My sisters-the artists

I was sitting on my bed last night writing in my journal about the events of the yester day when my sisters entered my room and proceded to make a gigantic mess out of gel pens and paper scraps. They protested when I told them to get their stuff picked up and cart it off to their room. They did not do what I had nicely and calmy asked of them. Instead they proceded to make a mess of me. That's what I get for wearing shorts, I guess.
My sisters would be excellent tattoo artists. They drew all kinds of pictures all over my legs. I was in too much of a euphoric state to protest. Now my legs look...I don't even know a word to describe it. Interesting? I have houses and cats and poop (yes, poop) drawn on my thighs and calves with sparkly gel pens. The thing about gel pens is that they take several washes to clean off skin. I guess that's why they don't show children drawing on their arms and legs on the box, but rather paper and stuff like that.
Now I can't wear shorts or skirts for a month. Gr.