I am an adult male in my 30s. I have a job. I'm married. I have a child.

And I love Phineas and Ferb.

No, not in the "this is the cartoon I hate the least that my daughter watches" kinda way; I love it for me.

In fact, the other night my wife and I (who also loves the show, but this is my blog...I digress) actually watched it at 11pm at night. Just for us.

Is this the weirdest blog you've ever read? It has a point, I promise. And here it is:

It's OK to have fun.

No, really, it is.

Somewhere between the always-seriousness of a workaholic and the escapism and neglect found when people run into abuse of anything from alcohol to food to other people is the sweet middle of Fun. It's even OK to have fun at church! God made smiles, laughter and fun! It's why we're wearing jerseys and tailgating before church.

The older we get, the less we remember this, I've found. We push aside child-like wonder, fun, and frivolity in favor of the "real world." As if fun, laughter, smiling, and joking aren't part of the real world.

But we can't live in frivolity and escapism, always throwing off the fetters of responsibility and maturity. This is Peter Pan syndrome at it's worst. Yet just because we can't live there doesn't mean we can't, and perhaps NEED to visit often. Life, responsibility, family, friends, church...all of it can provide life and love, but can also grind on us. Eliminating those elements of our lives won't alleviate that grind, for another will simply replace it as soon as you cast one aside. These are realities from the fall of man.

The pressure will build. The nerves will fray. The body will exhaust.

And it's amazing how good you feel after you've laughed. After you've smiled. After you've wiped tears from your eyes from a story. It's OK to have fun. It's better than burning out as a smoldering wick at 42. So go ahead, enjoy yourself.

Because there are only 104 days of summer vacation...