Pumpkin and I made a trip down the mountain yesterday to see my mom. As expensive as gas is now I thought about staying home, but I haven’t been up to visit the poor woman in ages. I had to cancel on her last weekend because I was sick, so I figured I had better keep my word.

I only had a quarter of a tank starting out, so I stopped at the state line to get gas. It’s the first station on the way up, and it’s in Virginia so it’s usually a little cheaper. It was only 4 cents cheaper this time though, so I got just enough to make it up there in hopes that it would be less expensive somewhere else.

I went on up and saw that it was in fact a little cheaper, but I decided to wait until I was on the way back to fill up. I’m glad I did, because we went through a town on the other side of where she lives to pick up a refrigerator that a friend of hers had given me, and it was a little cheaper than that there. So I ended up paying $3.45 a gallon. Way too much if you ask me, but better than the $3.59 we pay here.

So I guess we came out okay. I saved a couple of bucks on a tank of gas, and I got a free refrigerator. And when I got home, I got a warm welcome that I’m sure will prove to be a lasting memory: Hubby couldn’t quit hugging me and Pumpkin, and said our new house just didn’t seem like a home without us here. We all had a wonderful evening together, watching movies and playing tee-ball. It’s the best time we’ve had at home in a while. Maybe I should take day trips more often.