Sushi Every Night

Some days, or rather most days, I wish we could afford to eat out every day. Then again, when we were on vacation and eating out every day I just wanted to eat at home. Grass is greener as they say. Eliza's cleaning up after soccer practice and dinner is in the oven. At least we got that far today, right? Problem is, even I don't want to eat it. Chicken in cream of mushroom soup with carrots and celery in the broth and mashed potatoes. Boring, blah, blah, gag. It would be lovely if I were completely wealthy and could get sushi on a whim, which would probably end up being sushi every night.