Let’s be real, most of my nights are late nights. There are too many fun things to do to go to bed early. Mondays are usually late because of derby practice. We don’t even start until 8, which means I don’t get home until nearly 11 PM. Andrew told me I have to eat a real dinner when I get home otherwise I’m super cranky. Lucky for me, that means he makes me dinner on derby nights. I came home to plate of roasted broccoli, grilled chicken, and rice. Life is good.
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