I had a sort of wonderfully selfish weekend. Since my husband was away at a conference, I had a fun girls night out, went to brunch with my sister and our two best childhood friends, and cuddled with the pup while reading and watching movies. Now, it's Monday morning and a huge storm has rolled in. Just like having a weekend to myself every now and again, I like when a thunderstorm disrupts a sunny summer once in awhile. The sky turns dark and thunder shakes the house, and everything feels a little mysterious and moody. It's not a bad way to start a new week.