Look out it's a trick! The first lesson in punching is don't volunteer to be a punching bag.

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I would nevah...

I needed new glasses after I took volleyball in 9th-grade gym, because I got hit in the head so often. Coordination: not my strong point.

I'm a total klutz. And, like ita, I bruise very easily. Once a friend and I spent a 20-min car ride punching each other in the thigh. The next day I had a bruise the size of a grapefruit. She had nothing.

because I got hit in the head so often.

note for belated graduation gift: crash helmet for Holli.

Once a friend and I spent a 20-min car ride punching each other in the thigh.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to play rugby....

Hey! I mostly only get hit in the head when playing sports. The rest of the time, I'm mostly walking into door frames or opening filing cabinet drawers onto my feet.

Coordination: not my strong point.

Holli is me.

opening filing cabinet drawers onto my feet.

I've ruined two or three pairs of shoes doing that.

Then there was the time I passed out in my bedroom after a much too hot shower, falling into my bookcase and causing a large wooden cassette tape case to fall on my head. My eye was the prettiest shade of purple for a week. And getting stitches in my cheek was no fun either. Of course, nobody believed me when I told them what happened, so I started making up outrageous stories. (As a funny aside, I met my husband a couple of days later. He thought I was getting beat up by an abusive boyfriend.)

IOW, I feel the pain of klutziness.

I disagree, see above. Some of us expected it, anyway.

After "Hush," sure. My guess is that during rehearsals, they saw the chemistry, and decided to play it up in the actual episode. But before "Hush" aired, would you have thought of Willow as being closeted?

JM has said he played his scenes like Spike loved Buffy in part so they'd be less likely to kill him off. AB may have done the same thing.

And I can't fight, so all I notice in SMG's "fight" scenes is the wince-worthy cutting between her and the double.

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to play rugby....

Oh, believe me, did my mom try and talk me out of it! Or, more accurately, sent my dad to talk me out of it. That was after my surgery for getting kneed in the eye which busted a hole in my eyesocket. She also blames rugby for 'making me gay.'

He thought I was getting beat up by an abusive boyfriend.

My college career counselor grabbed my arm the first time I had an appt. with her and cried, "Who. Hit. YOU?" (I always had finger marks on my upper arms)

When I played I averaged over 20 bruises at any one time. A couple of times, one would cover an entire butt cheek. And yes, I have pictures. And no, I'm not anemic/diabetic/whatever. It's some random hereditary thing.

t /bruise tmi

She also blames rugby for 'making me gay.'

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Me too.

Well the bruising part.

We seem to blame Norplant for the transient gay thing.

Luckily DH is nearly always out of town or there are many witnesses when I do some spectacularly stupid that results in my looking like someone took a 2 by 4 to me. And my family knows I am a total klutz and bruise easily.

/ TMI, I forget that I am not in Bitches sometimes.