Return of Thunder Pt. I: Power Rangers Ninja Storm

Last night, pleased with having invented a grilled salmon and peas dish for the evening meal, I swirled about the downstairs of the house in my new cashmere cape to a chorus of concerns about general impracticality from my mother. Then this thunderously fucking ridiculous lightening storm rolled in from the northwest and resident shih-tzu Trevor began trembling like a dryer full of shoes--I made a fort of dark blankets on the chaise longue and we huddled together until two or three in the morning when the sky cleared and he began to snore peacefully. Also, I never do anything.