So I return to my Dad's house to discover that my fifteen-year-old sister has taken what looks like sharpie and various colored highlighters to my microwave. The microwave that I bought myself when I started college. She's out of town doing some school thing so I sent her a strongly worded text message.
At least it had better be highlighter; if all the colored shit is sharpie too she's gonna be at scrubbing it away quite awhile.
At least it had better be highlighter; if all the colored shit is sharpie too she's gonna be at scrubbing it away quite awhile.
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on 2009-04-16 01:22 pm (UTC)Regardless of that, I hope she can get it all off!