We’re running away from home, Gwennie and I. We’re sick of your collective crap.

OK not really. We’re both just love spending long weekends in the middle of hurricanes/tropical storms.

OK not really that either.

We’re each aching for the beach, the surf, the salty air. We’re each taking control of our pending and existing nervous breakdowns and making a choice to get away from it all together for a few days.

We’ll bring books, and spend hours on a quiet beach on the coast of Gerogia near Sapelo Island. If the weather cooperates, we’ll kayak and visit nature preserves. If it doesn’t, we’ll play Scrabble and watch movies.

Right now though? Hanna - that dirty pirate whore - appears to be headed straight for the cottage we rented, and there are talks of evacuating the area.

Hmpf.