When did I become a Griswald?
I called my mother to see if she is on the road yet. Nope. She just picked up her rental car. (BUT she did get a rental car instead of making the trip in her rickety old car, so that's one good thing.)
My sister answered my mother's cell phone and asked me if Mother had asked me about keeping the guinea pig here in my house.

Apparently my sister has a guinea pig. Instead of finding someone to feed it while they are away they decided to BRING the poor thing and now they can't figure out what to do with it when they arrive. I am sure Arabella would LOVE to snack on a guinea pig, or at the very least tip over the cage and chase the pig around. I am not going to offer to put it in DS's room because 1) he has been sneezing to beat the band and 2) I shouldn't have to provide livestock lodging. The sister they are staying with said they can put the pig in the garage but I guess Mother decided it would be more comfortable here with ME! I told her no.
Let me just pop on down to the tattoo place so I can get a nice BIG "Bad Daughter" across my forehead.

That's what this will turn into, because I am always the bad daughter.