"Yeah, but it's a Monday where we can sleep in and roll out of bed at noon and have ice cream for breakfast if we want," replied Francine, rolling onto her side so she could in fact join in the this-was-not-quite-cudding by resting an arm over Katchoo's middle, somewhere near Unnamed Baby Girl Gorlois-Choovanski. "We don't even have to call it Monday. We can call it Sunday Two."