And this is all in addition to my memory from my childhood being freakishly good. I have many references for this and yet my sisters are questioning me.
Their only proof for this guinea pig being named honey is that they “took care of them”. Keep in mind, one of them died of neglect because they forgot to feed them….
If there’s one thing barely positive thing about today, it’s that my friends are really funny when it comes to dark senses of humor so I’m banking on some depressing giggles to get me through this