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:
- Marginal cost
- Memory card
- Master of Ceremonies
- Merry Christmas
- Milk cows
- Miss Congeniality
- Motley Crue
- Mentally challenged
- MC Hammer?
Sigh. Any ideas?