I Found The Cure

You know what's good for the blahs? Having a good friend with a lake house who not only invites you to spend the night but also asks you to bring your four super bored, needy children (plus one child's friend so that child will have someone to hang with) along with you. Because for some reason that for the moment you cannot fathom, she likes your children. She asks you to come and beat the heat with her and her children. (Perhaps she likes your children for the companionship they will provide for her own children. Hmmm...that must be it!) She makes you an offer you cannot refuse. And those blahs? Well, they've been left somewhere by the side of the road as you head south.

You know what's good for the blahs? Taking a raft out to the middle of the lake and screaming as much and as loudly as you can while getting there.



You know what's good for the blahs? Finding tiny, tiny beautiful pebbles.




You know what's good for the blahs? Playing sardines.



You know what's good for the blahs? Walking with good friends.



You know what's good for the blahs? Fishing. With fake bait.




You know what's good for the blahs? Playing a game that occasionally requires ridiculous poses and sometimes even dancing with the player to your left.



You know what's good for the blahs? Blackmail photos.



You know what's good for the blahs? Canoeing.



You know what's good for the blahs? S'mores.




You know what's good for the blahs? Telling your children to go jump in a lake and having them joyfully follow through.

You know what's good for the blahs? A good friend who is walking the same road and knows every step you are taking and encourages, moans, laughs, cries, and pushes right along with you. It's even better if that road is located by a lake.