So today my husband was gracious enough to make me some dinner.
When he was done, he brought me this...
Um, I think I gained weight from just looking at the massive portion. Not to mention that it would have fed an entire 1st glade class. It's a shame that I don't have Shawn's metabolism.
(Honestly, I think I gain weight when he eats.)
I love that my husband makes me dinner, and thinks that eating an entire box of Macaroni and Cheese won't add 18 pounds to each of my butt cheeks. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't just kind of bitter that he can eat 6 servings of Mac & Cheese and not gain a single pound.
Men sort of suck sometimes.