We had plans for dinner tonight – something healthy, no doubt – but when I got home from my run, I didn’t feel like cooking.  Shane offered to cook – but I wanted pizza.  That is precisely what I said: “I want pizza.”  Shane was equally excited about pizza, and I had a coupon for a free za from the last time I gave blood, so pizza it was!  I felt a little hypocritical picking up a pizza in my workout clothes, but I suppose one balances out the other?  Either way, we enjoyed greasy slices of cheese and mushroom with a small arugula salad – a totally satisfying dinner.