Seriously. After a 5-day work week (even if you're a camp counselor/stay-at-home-full-time-parent) is there nothing better in the whole world then knowing the week's ending and two days of whatever-fun-galore-sleep-in lay ahead? After a week of some abstinence, hard work, discipline and labor? Friday nights in our house usually mean not one but two bottles of wine. It means breaking out the high-grade cheese and bread, olives and snacks. It means pizza and a movie if you're under 9 years old and it means extras and freebies and treats. I love Friday nights. No holds barred. Free reign.
Tonight we served hot dogs, carrots and noodles to the kids. Not exactly pizza but no biggie because...they got extra creamy-dreamy ice cream for dessert. This Belgian ice cream is like nirvana. It's just crazy good. Maia's had a massive variety of chocolate bits sprinkled all over and Colby's had these awesome graham-crackery-buttery-delights, aka speculoos cookies on his. Speculoos. Belgian cookie that's really just a very good graham cracker. But if you're a kid that hates chocolate it's like a little taste of crunchy heaven.
And Scott and I had really fresh greens with a variety of tartes or quiche that I picked up at the market. And wine. And the windows were wide open. Fun for all.
Friday nights rule.