It makes me a little uneasy when I think of all that will need to be done for us to move to Atlanta (again, God willing). There's the cost of renting a moving truck, figuring out what to sell and what to keep, the fun task of packing up Brandon's library, the uncertainty of it all. Oh yes, and the rising gas prices.

My mom told me that she was listening to a prophet on TBN who said that a new fuel source will be discovered, causing gas prices to plummet near the end of the summer. I don't normally believe in that sort of thing, but I rather hope his prophecy comes true.