It almost seems like a miracle! When gas prices hit the $4.50 mark this summer, I was sure we'd never see below $3.00 a gallon again in this lifetime.
I'm happy to say I was very wrong.
On Monday, I filled up the van for $2.45, which was the lowest price I'd seen in over a year. Then, I watched the prices steadily go down, down, down for the rest of the week. On Thursday I drove past this same marquee several times. I saw the gas price go from $2.21 in the morning to $2.13 in the afternoon to $2.07 in the evening. Crazy stuff.
Yesterday morning it was $1.87, but by the time I took this picture in the afternoon it had gone down yet another two cents.
Very thankful for this because it means we can go north for Thanksgiving. It means my Christmas budget might be a little fatter (if prices don't decide to shoot back up in the next week, anyway). It means we can go down to St. George to shop a bit more often. And finally, I think it just makes people smile a little more.
Now, let's see if the grocery store can do the same thing, eh?