The Savages
Have you met my neighbors, The Savages? They live at the end of my street. This is a critical location, because it's the first house you see when turning left onto the street. Only the Savages don't actually mow the lawn. One time they left a cage full of blue heeler pups in the front lawn for a week, next to a "For Sale" sign. (Stiles tried to convince me to call Animal Control on their asses for a week, but I decided it's bad juju.)

Occasionally when we drive by, their trash can is overturned, and it's clear no one actually uses garbage bags at the Savages house. So basically there's Taco Bell and other assorted fast food wrappers all over the driveway.

Then there's THANG, an orange convertible truck thing that I'll post a picture of real soon. The Georgia license plate reads THANG, so I guess that's its name.

I wasn't sure of their true identities until this weekend. That's when Stiles and I used our investigative reporting skills (read: driving slowly by their house and memorizing the plates) to find out who lived there. And who is one of the Savagemobiles (not thang) registered to? The daughter of a former Texas state senator. LOVE IT.