This weekend is the 10th anniversary of the Vagina Monologues, the French Quarter Festival, the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival. Good grief – no down time for the merry makers. Tonight, I’m opting out of the whole shebang and sticking close to the LaLa – my brain has been stretched in all possible directions, my heart is in Istanbul, and my body is in need of some desperate down time. Sometimes fun is pulling your dog’s ear and walking around the house barefoot.