I owe Noah an apology. He always makes peanut butter and butter sandwiches and I make fun of him. I don’t normally like peanut butter sandwiches so I had never tried one before. But since today is apparently the day of eating everything in sight, after he made himself a slice of wheat bread with peanut butter on it I wanted my own. So he made me one. A slice of whole wheat bread with butter and honey peanut butter on it. OMG. Amazing. Needs lots and lots of milk.
Also, side note, forgot to mention that I somehow managed to gain 2 pounds overnight. Our scale sucks. We need a new one. And I ran 5.27 miles last night at an 11min/mile pace. It was 36 degrees last night when we got off work, so we decided to enjoy the break and run outside. But the funny thing is…I heard Noah say that I ran it in 48 minutes so I got in the car feeling all awesome thinking I ran the five miles in 9.17 min/mile. But what he really said was that I ran it in 58 minutes. Which is an 11 min/mile. Oops. And I called my parents to brag but then had to email them today to admit that I’m apparently deaf. And slow. Rock.