It is a very nice car. The gas mileage is terrific thanks to the manual transmission. It is super clean, fun to drive and has been well maintained. I just put new tires and wheels on the thing. A few digits over 34,000 miles is all it has under its belt. And the blue paint? It’s prettier in person. Throw in the tinted windows, alarm system, CD player, automatic locks and windows and it’s a steal at just $12,000.

I WILL NOT BE UNDERSOLD. Or something like that. Tell a friend. Surely you know someone driving a gas guzzler who wants to get into something smaller. Or perhaps you know of a sweet someone who is about to turn 16 whose parent is looking for a reliable, yet attractive ride for their kid. Help me get them in this car today.

The dishwasher is one of the greatest inventions of all time, right behind these here tubes. I never want to be without one ever again. I am sick, and yet loading the dishwasher is a chore I can accomplish with great ease. Rinse, load, soap. This is what I am talking about.

Some vicious sick bug has taken up residence in my gut. Things are not right in my belly. Not at all.

Not even a little.