The only sure things in life are death and taxes.

And the gospel and Christ.

But it's a funny saying.

My dad helped us do our taxes today. Such a relief, 'cause I was really starting to feel like that woman on the Turbo Tax commercial who freaks out when some guy asks her if she knows what time it is. "YES, I know what time it is! I'm aware, okay?? I don't need the pressure!" But now they're done, we can mail them off, and we can get a hefty (for financially challenged us) little return. Yay!

And we're HOME! I love visiting Sacramento. It's so green and colorful and filled with TREES. There are no freaking trees in Idaho! Seriously! Whoever said wide open spaces are so great was nuts! Wide open spaces have nothing in them! And it was 91 degrees today! I'm not saying I like it super hot, but there are still piles of snow in Idaho, for pete's sake!

Gas is expensive. People get stupid when they get behind the wheel. But we want to live here. I'm going to be so sad to go back to Idaho next Sunday. I want out! LET ME OUT!

By the way, if I ever did lose three pounds (which I doubt), it's probably already back with a few more buddies, because between finals, moving, clean check, and coming here, we've been eating garbage, nutritionally speaking. And my parents spoil us to death here, so it's not looking good. But I won't say no to being spoiled.