No, seriously — en garde
So as if I am not already overwhelmed with fear about personally plummeting 8,000 feet at 120 MPH (and then leisurely floating for another 5,000) in less than two days, Maryann writes in a few hours before my next fencing class to tell me about a PanAm Games fencer who accidentally stabbed his brother in the lung. This, after my instructor asked my neophyte fencing partner Miller-X to not attempt to "poke" me as my helmet does not offer adequate protection for my neck.
What can I say? I like to live dangerously.
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Cover your neck, Ray. I have a feeling you're probably a bleeder. :P
Ah Maryann always has such a delicate use of the english language. Like poetry really ;)
Don't act like you're not impressed. :)
Ray, I am constantly amazed by you. I could never be that brave. You are making this whole "turning over a new leaf" venture in to an extreme sport. I bow before you. Call me and tell me how it goes.