You know you have a problem when...

You're willing to brave going out into tropical storm Hanna just to satiate that sweet tooth craving.

Every time I think I'm more of a mountain girl...the waves pull me in. Literally.

Today I'm a fish. Waterlogged and sun-kissed. Sand between the toes. I could float in the ocean for hours. 

How about that...let's run away to the beach.

I'm off to the beach...

Please, please don't envy my jet-setting lifestyle. 

I'll be riding my bike sans hands, with the wind blowing through my mess of a brunette (well, slightly reddish thanks to the $4 dye-job that could) mane and thinking of all of you.