Obsessed with the perfect Buffett license plate.

Buying anything with a parrot on it.

Calling radio stations, trying to get them to play Buffett, when you have the entire discography right in front of you.

Putting salt around the rim of all your glassware.

Violent reaction to cold weather.

A reoccurring dream that you find your 'lost shaker of salt'.

The inability to function without hearing at least one Jimmy Buffett song per day.

The constant paranoia that a concert day will be announced near you, and you won't hear about it.

Being labeled as 'a crazy fanatic' or 'obsessed' by your friends and family of the non-Parrothead persuasion.

The constant search for a beach.

When pressured or stressed, you calm yourself with the following JB lyric - "It was never meant to last"

The need to wear elaborate hats and strange Caribbean costumes.

Shoes, you don't need no stinking shoes.

You can remember anything Bubba sings, but not your anniversary.

You are more concerned about Bubba being shot at in Jamaica, than any other current events.

One Word "SHARKS".

You daydream about The Sun, The Sea and Jimmy and Me.

No matter how many years pass by, you're still as young as you can be.

You develop a Jamaican accent and now speak "Spanglish"

Your answering machine plays the part from "This Hotel" (I ain't home, I ain't home. Won't you kindly leave a message, `cause I ain't home.)

You just love the NOW.

You become "solar powered", and find it hard to move if the suns not out.

You realize that a bad day on the water is better than a good day at work.

You're in the military and you wear your OFFICIAL Air Margaritaville wings on your Dress uniform.

The overwhelming need for a Parrot tattoo!!!(or a Mexican Beauty!)

You have a different Caribbean Soul shirt for every day of the week.

You always use the pick-up line, "Why don't we get drunk and screw".

Your waterbed is filled with Elmer's glue.

You put a cardboard shark fin on everything in the house, including your pets.

You always looking forward to Monday, even on Saturday.

Your diet consists of Margaritas, Corona, Cheeseburgers, and fries.

At age 40, you have a sudden urge to adorn a peg leg and an eye patch.

You have enlisted your son and grandson (who aren't even born yet) into the Navy, so he can be a Son of a Son of a Sailor.

Your X-mas tree is a Palm tree that you had flown in from the south.

You have urges to roller-skate naked through a crosswalk.

Your co-workers are getting annoyed at the tropical wear on casual Fridays.

You end every e-mail message with a Buffett lyric.

You buy three copies of everything Jimmy does (home, office, glove compartment).

Your on-line bill to the #Buffett IRC is higher than your mortgage.

Your wife announces she is finally pregnant after years of fertility treatment and you say "Oh, no you can't be due then! That's the week of the Buffett concert !"

Your husband says" I can't stand any more Buffett albums. It's either him or me!." Gosh I'm gonna miss the old Hub!

You leave Mr. Rich and Handsome for Mr. Poor and Homely, cause Rich doesn't like Buffett and Poor does.

You start planning vacations around where Jimmy will be instead of seeing your poor sick grandmother.

You've replaced the old Star Trek screen saver and phaser sounds with a Buffett screen saver and "mail boat's in", for your email.

You buy a Discman so you can "follow in his wake" at work, when it gets to be too much.