 But the one thing I will not even look, and it makes me, is baked beans. It drips all over my plate. I don't want it. I don't nothing. To me, Fourth of July is hot dogs, hamburgers, dips. I'd be fine. I'm not going to complain. But, you know, now they've got the ribs and carne asada. That's fine, too. But, yeah, you're right. The salads in the heat, the mayonnaise, all that stuff, I'm with you. I'm with you.