Paid all my bills (we'll be warm with lights and cable for another month), did some shopping...........and decided, in an effort to make life lazier for the evening, to buy us all subs for dinner. Assorted with extra cheese and bacon. Goddamn delicious shit. My son, however - left his on the kitchen table for 2 minutes while he walked into the livingroom to speak to my dad and myself - and my fucking dog jumped up and ate half of it. Now...............keep in mind that I love my dog, very much. But if any of YOU fuckers were to steal my sub, I'd wanna kill you too.