Yesterday I had a minor surgery, so my sissykins Abbie and her faithful pup Boots came over to take care of me. It was a two day sleepover of joy. She drove me to my surgery when I had to get all loopy (Ativan + Vicodin + me = VERY BAD, wait for it...), she held my hand, then she drove me home and handed me a towel and a Big Gulp cup when I spewed in her car (there it is! Boom). I am a badass that feels no pain, but let me tell you I am a LIGHTWEIGHT when it comes to those damn narcotics. I should have skipped the pain pill and bitten a bullet, it would have been infinitely better than yakking while in standstill traffic on Santa Monica Blvd.
Anyhow, after all that, the fun started. We watched like 4 movies, and by that I mean I slept through 4 movies. There may have been characters played by any and all of the following: Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Hillary Duff, MK Olsen. Abbie laughed at me when I talked to my Dad on the phone and threw her under the bus for having lots of junk in her car to catch my barf. She painted my toes (Tarte Deco by Essie). She kept my water glass filled. She gossiped with me. We read magazines (YES! Jen Aniston seems happy!). We ordered an EMBARRASSING amount of take out sushi (appetite back, finally!) and lied to them saying we were having a small party. She even scratched my back and tickled my arms (my faaaavorite). We got tons of dog cuddles from Boots. In short, it was heaven.
So yeah, my sister is the best. She is a sweet sweet angel. Can I have surgery every day please if it leads to awesome sister sleepover parties?
NBD. She can do back handsprings like those kids on Glee.
Here's Team Yesterday. This was the tannest I have ever been and my sister is 15 shades darker than I am. That's Boots. She loves running wild.
This photo was NOT taken yesterday. No photos will ever be seen of that day.
Boots is beautiful. She thinks she is a lap dog, and she is the best cuddler on the planet.