the joy of eating a cheeseburger

the other night mr. hubby and i went to dinner.

and being the girl that i am, i got a burger. but that's not even the"being the girl" part that is being a girl.

in fact we both got burgers. and we gobbled them right up. our belly's were hungry!

and here's the girl in me that came out. i said that i shouldn't have finished that burger.

and then mr. hubby put me in check. and said nope. we're not going to be like that.

he said, "if i'm going to eat a burger, i'm going to eat a burger. i'm not going to feel guilty about it. i'm just going to eat it, and enjoy it. because i don't have a burger everyday."

and then the girl in me felt silly.

 and thought "...yeah, i can eat that burger!"

so after all that mumbo-jumbo fuss of feeling guilty was over, we got shakes. 

and that, we probably should feel guilty about.

except that we don't. the girl in me said YUM! and that shake was too good to regret!