The joys and despair of inks

Having returned from work, Wife was not in a happy mood. Looking for clues, I smelt a very familiar scent. Yes, its the smell of a marker pen and the suspected guilty party is nowhere to be seen. Sigh.

No only is the marker pen dry, its tip is destroyed too

Along with the "star" stamp, you can guess who
the culprit is. Next year, I think I am going to
buy cans and cans of white gloss, the ones you
can clean with a cloth or something.

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