<p>Dudes.&#0160; Duuudes.</p>

<p>I was on a good blogging roll when life got in the way - sorry to drop you like that.&#0160; </p>

<p>In the past three weeks, we&#39;ve had eight house guests stay with us (age range: 9 months to my mother in law).&#0160; Breakfast meant a dozen eggs and endless espresso, plus I don&#39;t even know how jars of marmalade.&#0160; I made dinner almost every night. </p>

<p>Oh, and our refrigerator broke.</p>

<p>It was awesome, despite the technical difficulties.&#0160; I love house guests - catching up with friends and family, spoiling them, giving them a taste of our life.&#0160; There&#39;s nothing better than entertaining the right people.</p>

<p>But this time it has left me exhausted - I was taking naps every afternoon and that left no time to finish my Morocco story.&#0160; Our last guest left on Tuesday night at 9 PM, and we were up until 2 AM packing and cleaning up the house.&#0160; Then we got up at 5 AM so that we could catch our flight to Bermuda, where we&#39;ve been flirting with <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071102/ts_nm/storm_noel_hurricane_dc">Noel</a> the entire time.</p>

<p>I firmly believe that things happen for a reason, as gale force winds mean that I&#39;ve spent the last two days sleeping and getting massages and facials at an amazing spa (one massage was so good I FORGOT MY NAME.&#0160; That&#39;s talent, people) instead of snorkeling or trying to be adventuresome or productive.</p>

<p>Guilt-free laziness is priceless.&#0160; I&#39;ve got a couple more days of sloth left, and then I&#39;ll be back to finish my story.&#0160; I&#39;m going to finish before my brother and my sis-in-law arrive later next week.&#0160; I hope the fridge is working by then, because he likes his beer. </p>
