You Might Be A Seaglunker…..

If you always have sand under the nails of your index finger and your thumb, you might be a seaglunker.

If your fingertips always taste like saltwater, you might be a seaglunker.

If you work full-time and wish that every major coastal storm hit on a Friday so you could be first to the beach on Saturday to collect, you might be a seaglunker.

If your eye catches the glint of cobalt blue, then you suck your breath in, do a silent scream, and do a five year old's happy dance when you uncover that perfectly tumbled piece, you might be a seaglunker.

If your dining room table perpetually looks like this:

or this, you might be a seaglunker:

If you say to your husband, "I'm going to the beach for an hour" and he rolls his eyes because he knows you'll be gone for four, you might be a seaglunker.

If you tell yourself you're only going to search the beach for an hour, but are there for four because you might miss that "perfect piece", you might be a seaglunker.

If your best friend tells you to step away from your addiction and go back to your car, you might be a seaglunker.

If you willingly plow through knee deep snow to get to said beach after said storm to be the first to collect, you might be a New England seaglunker.

If the hems of your jeans are perpetually wet because there was a "wicked good piece" that you had to wade into the 35 degree ocean to retrieve, you might be a New England seaglunker.

If your face is red and you're not sure if it's sunburn or windburn (or most likely both) because you've been out collecting on a 10 degree day, you might be a New England seaglunker.

If you consider 30 degrees and a slight wind to be balmy weather that doesn't require a hat or gloves, you might be a New England seaglunker.