335/365
Andrew insists I eat after derby practice because he says if I don’t, I get too grouchy. That being said, he has taken it upon himself to make me dinner after a late night practice. Sometimes it’s cereal, sometimes it’s toast, sometimes it’s pasta…today it was ribs. Seriously. A half a rack of ribs, roasted broccoli, and a sweet potato. It was sort of hilarious to come home to, but still so good.