Snow White

We've only seen it once, about a week before the 4th. We had headed out in the Fry Baby (That's my hubby's veg oil Mercedes) to find where the huge fireworks were coming from. You could hear the booming inside the house, but when you walked out you couldn't see them. Odd, we thought, and so we decided to investigate. Turns out the fireworks were over three miles away. The Country Club was doing a show.
On the way out of our subdivision we saw three deer grazing under a tree in our neighbor's front yard. We thought at first that the moonlight was playing tricks on us. We looked again. It had to be an albino. How unusual. Finally two of them skittered off into the trees with the ghostly one following. A shame we didn't have a camera with us, I thought. Not that any of my photographs ever turn out anyway.
It has become a game for us now every time we are out at dusky dark to look for Snow White. But so far she hasn't ventured into the open again. But then again, night before last Maggie barked for two solid hours starting at 3 a.m. Maybe she couldn't believe her eyes either. I'll be sure and have the camera handy from now on, just in case the 7 dwarves show up with her. Nite Y'all.

The Frybaby

This is my hubby's latest project. A Mercedes that has been converted to run on used vegetable oil. Yes, it runs. It sounds like a semi, though, since it is a diesel. It's 20 years old, but still has some good miles left in it. My biggest problem with it is he's storing the oil in drums in the backyard. And ruining his good clothes. But men, what can you do? "Oh honey, gas is going to hit $3.00 a gallon this summer. And I get this vegetable oil free. (From the Mexican and Chinese restaurants.) I admit, I'm skeptical. I admit I have laughed my butt off at him. I admit, I have been very angry at him over the oil in the yard.

Imagine what the neighbors think. Do they sit on their decks drinking their coffee in the mornings debating on what's in the drums and wondering if they should turn us in for suspicious behavior? Do they say, "We should get a petition up to get rid of that eyesore?" I don't know. I imagine that's what I would be saying and doing. Still, Bub just laughs and says they are the ones who are foolishly paying for that high-priced gasoline. So I let him play with his Mercedes and his WVO (Waste Vegetable Oil.) But I'm wondering where to draw the line.

We went to pick up some free filtered oil from someone in Clarksville who is doing the same experiment. They had more than they needed. As I entered their garage, I saw what looked like a still. A large tank with a coil coming from it, emptying golden liquid into vats. Oh my. What a set up. "Don't get any ideas, Bub." I whisper. What the gentleman was doing was heating the grease to take out any water molecules in it that might remain. I talked to his wife about this, and she says they are going to build a shed for his "project." I can't wait to find out if they can get a building permit for that one. Well, yes I can. I don't want a shed for WVO in my yard. But I wouldn't want it to take over my garage either.

So this is my darling husband's pet. I call it the FryBaby. He calls her SadieLou. All I can say is, keep on eating out, guys. And yes, I do have a couple of backup vehicles, just in case. LOL.