Good morning. I feel willy-nilly this morning as my grammie used to say. I'm not sure her definition was the real one but she said it meant feeling scatter-brained and out of sorts. Guess that might be close to the real thing. Too many things going on here in my little corner of rural America.
Today's hint is another Mr. Chickie thingy. Last night I went outside through the garage door and low and behold Mr. Chickie has a 2 liter bottle of Coca Cola in his hand pouring it on the concrete. Of course I yelled "why are you pouring out that brand new bottle of Coke???? I just bought it!!"
Mr Chickie's response was I'm cleaning the driveway. He had worked on a vehicle on the driveway and yep there was a big grease stain and also an oil stain. Coca Cola to the rescue. Then Mr. Chickie went on to say, why should you be surprised! You know I sometimes use Coca Cola on the tires to clean them and make them dark when we enter the car at the car show. A light bulb went on and then I remembered that tire hint.
No wonder I can't keep Coca Cola on hand. It disappears so quickly around here. But if it cleans the driveway as well as tires, maybe I should be glad I'm not putting that stuff in my tummy!
Here's how to do the cleaning with Coca Cola:
Driveway/Concrete/Cement. Pour it on and let sit overnight. Hose it off and apply another dose if needed and repeat the procedure.
Tires. Pour some Coca Cola in a container. Dip a clean rag in the cola and rub on the tires until dry. Will put a nice dark black shine on the tire. He says Pepsi works too.
***** He also told me he uses Coca Cola to clean off battery acid. That's it!!! I think I should quit drinking that stuff!
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This is just an old photo of my maternal Grampa (on the left) and three of my uncles and some of my Grampa's employees. He was a furrier who trapped valuable animals such as mink and muskrat for the furs then processed them and sold them to manufacturers to make fur coats which were so popular back in those days. Seeing the number of sacks of furs, there must have been many of these animals. Can you imagine what PITA would say? But that was a bonafide profession back then. This photo cannot be copied. This grampa was the son of the great grampa whose picture I posted recently.
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I like to think that coke kills all the bad stuff on my insides. 
