Thanks, Dave, for fixing the brakes on Green. Sure, it took a little longer than expected, and sure I had my doubts, but only a few. I knew it would all turn out in the end. I love driving that car with brakes because when I press on the brake pedal, the car slows to a stop. It's nice. And I really appreciate your willingness to do it. And I'm glad that you took the time to learn to do it all those years ago at Saturn, where incidentally, I think those same brakes were the cause of an in-garage car crash that smashed Green's door. If I'm not mistaken. Also, I think it's cute how the kids call the car "Green". And I was really good at pressing the brake pedal down to bleed the brakes, right?
Know what else I am good at? Making tamales. That's right. Yesterday I made up a batch. It was actually a quarter of a batch; it yielded (yeld?) about fourty tamales. My hands still smell like corn flour, but it was worth it. I could probably eat all fourty tamales myself, but I won't. I wanted to take pictures for the blog, but my hands were too busy. My cost was maybe seven dollars for all the supplies, and I only used half of them. If you buy tamales you must pay at least a dollar apiece, usually more. So you see, even though I have to pay a king's ransom to get down the road in Green (when I'm not stopping in Green, that is), I have beaten the tamale system at its own game.