Day: April 18, 2017

We all have them, you know–those questions that zap us out of our sleep ’round midnight, keeping us from rest. And then they slog around pestering our exhausted brains and bodies the next day. Yes, questions of existence, like What is our purpose? What’s the point of this entire ratty race? Why does Kim Kardashian think we care about her jewels? Mysteries like that.

Well, Tie o’ the Day #2, from Dockers, answers one of the most fundamental questions known to any of us: “What tie design goes perfectly with a red, green, and black, plaid pajama top?”

There is no doubt that the answer to that query is this: Purple paisley, on a dark blue background. Of course. Now you can cross that question off the list o’ things that burden your soul, for once and for all.

Just call it an early night. Throw on those pajamas, tie that tie on, grab the tv remote, and slither into bed.

Tie o’ the Day #2 is happy to have been of service to your heavy minds. Until it be morrow, my little tblogophiles😛

Got Penguin? Tie o’ the Day #1 is a Penguin. Quite stripey (The White Stripes?) below the baby blue. The polo here is from at least thirty years ago. Designer is Facconable. It should be clear to you by now that when I like a piece of clothing, there ain’t no gettin’ it away from me.

When I was a wee whippersnapper, we had this corner cupboard in the kitchen where a conglomerate of misfit clothing was kept by Mom. (The dead clothing cupboard was located to the north of “the junk drawer” everyone has in their kitchen for  small miscellaneous items of no discernible worth, but  which no one dares throw away for fear they might possibly, maybe, perhaps be the exact thing you need one day in the future.)

Anyhoo…  If I wore some piece of clothing that Mom deemed unacceptable, she never told me how she felt. The item would simply find its way into the depths of the never-ending corner cupboard, wadded up and pushed to the back of the bigly pile.

“Mom, where’s my FOXY WOMAN t-shirt?” She would casually say, “I dunno. It’s around her somewhere.” It took me a few months to figure out where my clothing was. I must have been in a mega-snoopy mood one day, cuz I finally discovered half of my wardrobe in that cupboard. Well, guess what I began wearing as often as I could, in order to taunt Mom? She never said a thing to me about it. That huge corner cupboard was just empty one day when I went to retrieve some more clothing. When my questionable clothes got “lost” again, all my Sherlock Holmes-ing in the world could not locate them.

My theory: The bigly metal can we burned our trash in behind the house had likely worked overtime at its cremating duties.