You know how sometimes your week starts with terrorists bombing your husband's home town? And then unrelated to that, your husband ends up in the ER at 2am and is in the hospital for three days (he's fine now, thank goodness) while in the meantime all his family up north are on lockdown because of the previously mentioned terrorist-at-large roaming the Boston metropolitan area? And then you get on a plane for a visit to your parents, which is great, and they catch the terrorist while you're flying, and you have a wonderful time, but when you finally get home Sunday night, you're just whipped?
Yeah, me too.
To make up for my absence, here is a picture of a beagle covered in poop.