Roll

Sometimes, when your afternoon has turned sour, when the pills you took just to keep yourself sane kick in and make you want to pass out, the best thing for you is not the weepy letter or phone call to a friend, not the bag of chips sitting atop the fridge, or even the re-run of your one guilty pleasure, Project Runway. As every dog knows, sometimes the best thing is to wait until that perfect moment when the sun has set and the sky hasn't decided what color it wants to be, when the temperature drop five degrees as quickly as a zipper, and simply throw yourself on a nice cool patch of grass and roll around in it. Leaves and twigs and half crushed water bottles be damned. Sometimes the best cure-all is a nice roll. It's that simple.