

Let's be real, there are just too many times in life where you say, "Screw it, I'm NOT sorry, and I don't care what you think." I'm a mom and a wife, and no I didn't lose all that baby weight yet. Let me entertain you.
When I got home, apparently, the booties had long come off because he pulled them off. So I caught him licking his paws again when I got home and I said, "Okay, booties are going back on." See the above picture of the back paws outfitted with booties.
I have video of him walking with them on because he looks like a horse and you should watch it below....hilarious to me. Either way, I'm floored that he can still lick his paws even with the e-collar on. That $25 collar ain't doin shit.
I also have a thing for Sam Bradford. But it's like a real thing. Like an adult crush. ManLosch is aware of MY awareness of the Bradford hotness. He's ok with it. We don't know what's happening with Sammy though either. Hmm.
So anyway, we're sitting here and there was some dude named "Fozzy Whitaker." And I said to ManLosch, "I think people name their kids in hopes that their name alone will cause them to be an athlete or do something big." The conversation that ensued? Names that we would have if we were football players.
Zip McDaniels
Seattle Washington
Danger Franklin
Storm Losch
Chicago Brown
Skip "The Truck" Jones
Arrow Playne
Risquee Johnson
Color Black
I love football. Lots of creative names. Lots of tight pants. And the season is coming to a close. I'll miss you football. Until we meet again next season....oh, and after all the bowl games....yea.
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