You leave your keys in the car (or the ignition!) and the next morning it's still there.

A building is a landmark if it's 100 years old.

You can fish, golf, parasail, flightsee, and go skiing all in the same day if you try hard enough.

Democrats are like salmon, they are on the endangered species list.

The only 14 hippies and commies are fittingly locked away at some bar in Moscow.

You know how to pronounce Pend Oreille and Coeur d'Alene in a decidedly Francophobic way.

You don't mind that your state was named after a hoax.

You know that the racists who gave you a bad reputation came mostly from Pennsylvania and Texas.

You've ever received skis for Christmas, and used them Christmas morning skiing off the roof.

You know what Lewiston smells like.

You realize that you're quickly becoming a giant Mormon suburb.

Your definition of a condo is "what Californians come to purchase."

You have more than once, while in another state, said "You call THIS a lake?"

You think suburban sprawl is the latest innovation...what a novel idea!

When your parents think mass transit describes the state of Nevada relative to California and Idaho...think about it. (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/transit)

You're tired of potato, white supremacist, your-state-looks-like-a-pork-chop, "Idaho?-Udaho!", and any or all such empty and unoriginal jokes.

Your Vandals play in a barn, your Broncos eat blue grass, and your Bengals are in the witness protection program.

You can successfully use 'Hagadone' as a verb.

You live in the only place outside New England where you can go between three states and a Canadian province in under 3 hours.