It's almost eleven at night and Andy just started making homemade waffles because he decided he was hungry.
You know those commercials with the cartoon woman who gives up soda for water and her cartoon husband just switches to diet soda, and then she only drops like ten pounds and he shrinks by half?
Yeah, I'm married to that man. He's not a cartoon. He actually exists.
Andy will probably lose five pounds this week and I'll gain ten just by close proximity to these waffles.
At least I'm not having to make them, right? Silver lining.
**My stomach just growled. I'm going to bed.**