Pumped

OK, so I spent yesterday’s blog post bitching and moaning about taxes.

A few hours later, I took a trip to a local gas station and couldn’t help but become a bit giddy. So I thought–My post today can counteract the bitterness of my post yesterday.

Because this?

That right there is a thing of beauty.

$25 to fill up my gas tank? Hallelujah!

I bought my car in July 2004, and I specifically remember that the very first time I filled up the tank, it cost me $1.99/gallon. And I remember thinking, it surely can’t go up much further than this!

Oh, how little I knew. But when I started driving in 1998, on occasion, gas could still be had for $0.99/gallon. So $2.00? That seemed like a lot. But now? I’ll be giddy over $1.84.

Just a few short months ago, Michael and I didn’t even bat an eye at the $4.40ish gas prices when we were in Hawaii. Why? Well, because it wasn’t much more than we were paying at home. We were routinely paying $4.15ish here. It was costing us $50+ to fill my gas tank.

Then, the unexpected. Prices started falling. I remember being relieved when they crept back under $4.

An all-out celebration when they fell under $3.

Now, under $2?? I am beside myself. And the truth is that we’re still paying well above the national average. And I’m OK with that.

And so I pray to the gas gods. Please do not take this away.