jo is our fhe momma. and because we are roommates, her calling is my calling, and vice versa. so tonight, we needed to go chat with all the apartments in our family so that we could help them remember to come to fhe so we don't have to hunt them down. anyway, we needed to visit them. in order to do this, we need the apartment numbers and because we don't have very good memories when it comes to apartment numbers, jo needed to write down the numbers on something. in this case, my hand.
i don't like writing on my hand. some people are just fine with it. i, however, feel weird flashbacks to junior high where we played the stupid game where if you looked at the name on your hand, you had to go ask that boy out. but i digress, back to the story.
instead of asking me to write the numbers on my hand or grabbing a piece of paper, jo grabs my hand and starts writing on it. naturally, i am a little startled so i yell, "hey, that's my temple! why are you writing on my temple?" because my body is a temple. also a reason why i don't love writing on my hand. but jo just looks at me and says, "well it wouldn't show up on me!"
and that right there is one reason why i love her. also it is the reason why there is writing on my hand tonight.
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