I have been thinking ... could eating out be like therapy?
After eating out twice on Saturday, and then with dh cooking dinner on Sunday, I almost feel like a new person.
Counting every penny for the last few months has just been so darn painful that I think I have felt a bit deprived ... not to mention exhausted of cooking.
I guess I should be thankful that eating out is probably my favorite frivolous pleasure. I could have more expensive vices, I suppose.
But, with eating out, I also think I appreciate it, and enjoy it more, when I don't do it all the time. Less can truly be more in that regard.
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