The other day, I admitted to lax money management and asked anyone who sees me approaching a restaurant to send me home at once.
Yet the very next day, we (along with some friends) ordered takeout for dinner. Why? I don’t know!
Like addicts, we found a way to justify our habit. Since we were eating restaurant food at home, we wouldn’t waste $15 per child for a Shirley Temple and a bowl of pasta with butter. Also, the grownups wouldn’t have a bar bill. So really, we couldn’t afford NOT to do takeout.
There is something wrong with me. I know this.
But the burritos were REALLY good.