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.