Well kids...being sick sucks. Sorry I fell off the face of the earth for about 2.5 months...but I literally wanted to die, so falling off the face of the earth will have to do for now.

Enough about that. I want to talk about spring break and beach trips. As a resident of the debtor colony of GA (oh, did I say *that*?) I have taken the trip South to visit Florida on spring break like so many others. Just look around the town I reside in--Alpharetta--and you will notice a great vacancy as most folks went South or East (South Carolina for those of you who didn't pay attention in the two week course on geography the American government has deemed acceptable).

Unfortunately for our dear friends the Dunbars, we accepted their offer of a few days of sun and beach play during the spring break vacay. And if you check facebook...you and the rest of the world can see how we brought the cold weather down to Florida. Ok, so we didn't like pack it a suitcase or anything--but it does seem that the weather temp dropped dramatically after we arrived.

So what does that say about us? Are we the wet blanket everyone invites to the party but secretly hopes doesn't show up? Are we the curse for spring break? Oh no...beware the Nashes they bring bad tiding and doom....?

Nah...we just have some lousy luck when it comes to spring break and the beach. Four years ago we went to the beach over spring breaks with some other friends and froze our butts off too! (Anyone else noticing a trend here?) I say Nay-sayers be damned, we're not cursed...we're not I say. Tomorrow is another day (sorry for the plagerism on that one, but I HAD to go there).

So bring on the margaritas and flip-flops...it's only 51 degrees at 11 am...but I have faith a better day is coming. Or at least that's the ltitle lie I'm planning to tell myself today. Enough of this typing, I'm going outside to get a nice wind burn, which I plan to tell EVERYone is a lovely sun burn.