Last night, after an amazing dinner at Mercat a la Planxa (which has forever changed my negative opinion of Spanish food and lima beans), on one of our few actual “dates” since we moved back to Chicago and after an exhausting few weeks for us both, Rob and I came home late, looking forward to a long, restful night in a nice warm bed.

I’m sure you can see where I am going with this.

You know that Family Guy episode where Peter gets stuck in an out house and it tips over? And he goes, “Augh … augh God … auugggh … its everywhere!” (Watch it here)

That’s essentially the condition we found Molly in last night. Though she somehow managed to get “it” everywhere without actually tipping her crate over. Why am I not surprised?

Poor Charlie (and his perpetual state of gassiness) got blamed for the smell for a short while there, but I think he’s forgiven me, don’t you?