I love Fridays. Not because I have two days ahead that I can spend basking in the company of my family instead of sitting behind my desk shuffling papers from one side to the other or from this file to the circular file.

I love Fridays because Friday is pizza night at my house.

Further - I do not love pizza night just because I love pizza (which I do). I love pizza night because every Friday when I wake up in the morning I already know what I am going to prepare for dinner. It is the most liberating, indescribable feeling.

I know many of you out there know that it can take a great deal of time and creativity to prepare meals that are nutritious and pleasing to both your little people and your significant other. Don't get me wrong, I do not mind preparing meals for my family. But to have one night off, one night when I let go of the pressure of family meals!!

TO TOP IT OFF, if we use paper plates, the only dishes to do are milk glasses, forks, and the pot I prepare the broccoli in. (We almost always have broccoli on pizza night. I don't know why, we just do)

There is a VeggieTales Silly Song with Larry called "Pizza Angel" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CTD1B-Y-Cg) where the little peas fly around with wings and halos and pizza boxes. These little peas represent fairly well the way that I feel about pizza night at my house (although we cook frozen pizza in the oven instead of ordering in). IT IS GLORIOUS!