I love to eat out. It's so nice to have someone else cook and clean for me. All that yummy food brought out to me so nicely.
Then there is the remorse. I have a full(usually over full) tummy. I also have a bill in front of me for an amount that could feed us at home for a week. Pretty pathetic. Why do I keep doing this to myself? Rich is no help. He loves to go out as much as I do. We really have no other vices. We don't drink, smoke, do drugs or anything else. It's just the restaurants. Good grief.