Saturday, October 27, 2007

Mom First, Christine Second (Or, Give Me One Good Reason Not to Eat My Dog)

This morning I woke up before 7, broke out my 40th birthday present, a rug shampooer, and cleaned the dining room and hall rugs.

Then I spent the afternoon at a tae kwon do tournament in which Son #2 was competing. Sons #3 and 4 were supposed to be there, too, but they have strep throat (and, in #4's case, scarlet fever, as well).

On the way home, I stopped to pick up dinner. I bought subs and pizza. I ate a couple of french fries and about 3 bites of sub, and then set my sub on my bedside table, where Hubby and 3 of the Sons were watching TV, so I could take Son #1 to a Halloween party.

I was gone approximately 25 minutes.

When I returned home, my sub was gone. Tomato, bread, and french fry was ground into the bedroom rug. The dog had a very satisfied air about him.

And he had dragged fried peppers onto the freshly shampooed dining room rug, which now has red stains on it.

I am staying up 'til midnight, to provide Son #1 with a return ride home.

All this, on the night when I had ORIGINALLY planned to go with my friend Fiddlin' Writer to see That Band I Love.

Points to the first person who can correctly identify That Band.

Extra points to the first person to convince me my dog is not intentionally driving me insane.


ALF said...

Your dog is intentionally driving you insane. That's his job. He's a dog.

Andrea said...

Acme Blues something, something. Am I right?

Christine said...

Ding! Ding! Ding! Andrea wins!

Cynthia said...

Your dog is doing this to you on purpose...he's Otis...he can't help it....I guess none of those highly intelligent males sitting there heard him licking his chops...


Christine said...

Oh, Cyndie, yes, you win points for the Embedded Subtext of the post, which was, for those of you who didn't see it:

"My dog ate my dinner while 4 members of my family sat inches away, and didn't notice."