My husband has officially turned in his man card. Well, in spirit anyway. We were watching a movie this evening, and he noticed that one of the actors in the movie was also in Twilight—something no self-respecting man should notice. This—right on the heels of him quoting a character from Twilight just the night before—prompted him to state, quite regrettably, that he needed to turn in his man card.

My son has said more than once, (in his own harsh terms) that watching the Twilight Saga would cause him to “grow a vagina,” and so he adamantly refuses, no matter how often his girlfriend pleads.

I’m just glad my husband will tolerate my obsessions, no matter how silly they may seem on the surface.

My obsession for today was rest. After a long weekend, followed by a busy Monday and Tuesday, I took the opportunity to lounge around the house for most of the day. I didn’t worry about house cleaning, or laundry, deciding instead, to watch a movie for the bulk of the morning.

It felt fantastic to do nothing.

That is, until somewhere around two when I felt a sudden surge of guilt. So I got up and quickly did the dishes, ran a load of laundry, and packed the dog into the car to run a few errands.

After stopping off at the pet store for a few bags of organic dog treats, we headed to the local dog park for a bit of socialization with other dogs…and maybe a bit of exercise for me while we were at it.

It was another scorcher of a day, but that didn’t stop us from taking the trails in the shade until we reached the off-leash area.

Words to the wise…when you carry a pocket full of doggy treats, be prepared to be the center of attention. It was like I was wearing eau de chicken or something. Every dog in the park wanted to sit next to me on the bench. My own dog, who of course, knew that I was packing treats…he saw me pack them…sat by politely waiting for his snack while the other dogs pretended that we’d been friends for ages. It was a good thing I packed enough to share. You know what they say, if you don’t have enough for the whole class…or something like that.

By the time we left the park (right around the time the treats ran out, and so did my appeal) both Indy and I were exhausted. Back at home, it seemed appropriate for us to grab a nice midday nap. The heat of the day was followed by a brief thunderstorm this evening, and I don’t think I could have asked for a more perfectly boring day.

Sometimes it’s just what the doctor ordered.

Until the next time…I’ll be planning more excitement for tomorrow.