Tuesday, December 21, 2010

 

The Back of My Hand

I can say with all certainty that I've used the expression " I know it like the back of my hand."

But the problem now is that I realize I don't really know the back of my hand anymore.

Seriously.

The back of my hand, well both of them, are completely different from the last time i remember knowing them.

My right hand used to be just skin, no beauty marks or moles.

But now, there is a mole. A noticeable one.

Then take my left hand, it used to have a smallest little beauty mark on it, in fact, that little beauty mark was the way I used to be to tell my left from my right when I was really little. I would look down at my left hand and know "aha, this is my left!"

But now, that little beauty mark is gone. It's just not there and a different one has emerged on my left hand in a totally different place.

WTF?!?!?

So, I don't know my hands anymore.

They look fine, pretty even and they work pretty well but I don;t know if I'd recognize them in a hand line up.

Comments:
Maybe that's why my little sister used to say, "I know it like the back of my head."
 
Annie, you know how much I love those anecdotes. Right now, I'm having thinking ideas about it.
 
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