Our Monday

It was still pretty early morning, Stuart had just been up for a little bit, and I was snuggling luxuriously under the warm covers drowsing in that blissful “I-don’t-have-to-get-up-for-another-half-hour” feeling.  Just after that I heard a weird noise, and Stu popped his head around the corner and said, “Was that thunder?”  See, I had thought …