My father will tell you I’m a doodler.  Every piece of paper left on the kitchen table became unrecognizable if I was bored, or heaven help you if I was on the phone… nothing was safe. This habit/hobby took a more permanent turn last month after using my tattoo sketch pen on myself.  I love that pen. I spent the evening doodling on myself while watching TV, proceeded to go to bed, and woke up with half the image on my face.  It seems I sleep on my own arm at times.  Good to know. Dave informs me I drool… like Niagara Falls.  This might also be a contributing factor.…