Grow some.

Want to hear a true story?

Last night, while I was enjoying some celebratory kettlecorn {I got a job!}, I decided to share some with my pups.

I gave each of them a couple pieces, but Murph let Jersey bully him out of all of his.

He's such a pansy.

And then he just looked up at me with those baby blues, all "Mommmmm, she took my popcorn." 

So I just looked at him and said, {yes, I talk to my dogs. I'm crazy}

"Murphy, grow a pair!"

Because seriously, he's always letting Jersey bully him.

But then I realized the irony of it all.

And I made him cuddle with me as I apologized for pointing out the fact that he doesn't have any balls anymore because he was fixed when he got picked up by the shelter {before we adopted him.}

So really, its not his fault he's a pansy. 

Hahahahahahaha!

This is totally a true story.

That I recounted for the hubs when he got home from the Pacers' game.

How ridiculous am I?!?

Happy Friday! :)