"Fuck me Freddie"

Okay, so let's go through this...

• We were originally going to leave, as usual, Friday night for vacation (12-14 hour drive).
• Instead, for some unknown reason, we changed it to that Saturday morning.
• However, Mom and Mark decided to help my grandmother in her garden, so it was pushed back to Sunday morning.
• Since we weren't leaving Saturday morning, my sister got to go to the skating rink Friday night, where she fell and "fractured" her arm.
• Considering such, we pushed leaving back to Tuesday morning, so the second radiologist could offer an opinion (not broken, come to find out).
• And then I wake up at 10:00 this morning, assuming that my family has left my sorry ass in bed, to find out that Marissa is sick and has been taken to the doctor.

So yeah. I'm in fucking Arkansas.