In times of duress, I write the most critical information on my left hand.
Not on my palm–where it might be less noticeable–because that is less noticeable.
Also, more likely to wash away.
Now that I know better, I take notes on the triangle of flesh on the back of my hand, between my index finger and thumb.
Today when I awoke, I saw “MC” in black sharpie in my Very Important Memo triangle. MC?
I’ve spent the day ruling out a steady stream of possibilities–all clearly wrong:
- MasterCard
- Marginal cost
- Memory card
- Master of Ceremonies
- Merry Christmas
- Milk cows
- Minecraft
- Miss Congeniality
- Motley Crue
- Mentally challenged
- MC Hammer?
Sigh. Any ideas?
Bad Parenting 101 
Na, you on obviously about to become the next big rapper (or wrapper if you’re getting started on prezzies already ;))
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Lol! That’s quite a creative list you came up with trying to guess what MC might mean 😝 Cant say there’s anything I could add to it.. Marry the Colonel maybe?
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Motley Crue, for sure.
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Probably right. Wait! Is that THE Mike Lach?? The one that taught me the Bon Jovi rock lock?
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Mindy Candy. Send Mindy Candy. Pretty sure that’s what it was.
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Ha! We have tons around here. I’ll just steal some from my kids.
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Make cappuccinos?
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Mac and Cheese.
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