Around here, Fridays aren’t just the start of the weekend—they’re something much more special. They’re sacred. They’re cheesy. They’re crunchy. That’s right: Thank God It’s Pizza Crust Friday! Or as we shout in our house, “TGIPCF!”
It all started as a silly little habit. Every Friday night, we’d order pizza after a long week. Nothing fancy—just a large pie with extra cheese and all our favorite toppings. But what made it really special wasn’t the pizza itself… it was the crust.
You see, my dog Max is a certified pizza crust fanatic. He doesn’t care about the pepperoni or the gooey cheese. All he wants is the crispy, golden edge—the crust. From the moment the pizza box hits the table, his ears perk up and he starts wagging his tail in pure joy. He knows what day it is.
It became a weekly ritual. Everyone in the family would finish their slices, carefully leaving the crusts on the edge of their plates. Max would sit politely (sometimes barely containing himself), waiting for the signal. And when we said, “Okay, Max! Pizza Crust Friday!” he would dash from person to person, collecting his precious treasures with so much excitement you’d think it was Christmas morning.
We even made a sign for him: TGIPCF! It hangs on the wall above his bed. Some people have Taco Tuesday—we have Pizza Crust Friday, and Max wouldn’t have it any other way.
What started as a fun tradition has become a way for all of us to unwind and laugh together after a busy week. It reminds us to appreciate the little things—the happy wag of a dog’s tail, the simple joy of sharing food, and the comfort of routine.
So here’s to crusts, to Fridays, and to Max—our official TGIPCF mascot. Life’s just better when you celebrate it, one pizza crust at a time.
