You know you live in the Bahamas when:

• Your husband returns home for lunch and announces he's done for the day because everyone else in the office is going out on their boats.

• You get in the car, smell something suspiciously like baked apple, and look down to see the now brown top of the apple left in the car the night before. Picking it up, you find out it is, indeed, baking away in there. All it really needs is a little more time and some brown sugar: