Month: June 2017

When you are BBQ-ing, it’s heaven to have a cold bottle of beer in your hand. 🔥🍺 I miss beer most when I’m cooking steaks on the barbie. Anyhoo…Bow Tie o’ the Day is so immature! I couldn’t find my BBQ rib rub until I heard Bow Tie guiltily giggling at the name, Rub Some Butt seasoning. What’s next? Fart jokes? IMMATURE BOW TIE!

This Bow Tie o’ the Day is the only one I own that is not pre-tied. As such, it has badgered me into finally confessing to all of you Tbloglodytes that I have not yet mastered the art of tying a bow tie. This photo provides evidence of how much bow-tying practice I still have ahead of me. I’m workin’ on it, folks. I’ll update you on my progress. 🛠

Bow Tie o’ the Day is my drinkin’ buddy. Trust me: That really is a can of Diet Coke, in the swankiest drink koozie on the planet. When I drink while wearing this koozie on my hand, I feel so Incredible Hulk-y. My Hulk hand is red, instead of green, cuz I’m a Delta Rabbit. 🐇🐰 Bow Tie is too, of course.

If Wonder Woman wore a bow tie, this Bow Tie o’ the Day would be it. Here is my Wonder Woman journal, in which I write Mom’s tales and swashbuckling adventures. Mom is indeed the real Wonder Woman. Just watch her stop bullets with her bracelets sometime. And her invisible plane flies lickety-split. But perhaps she and her new hip now need an invisible walker. ✈️

Bow Tie o’ the Day #2 saved the day! Again! Suzanne and I were walking up a hill when I felt a rock in my shoe. Pink Bow Tie offered to assist me in removing the annoyance, and look at what Bow Tie took out of my shoe! 😮 Some pebbles are bigger than others, I guess. ⛰

Bow Tie o’ the Day #1 gives us some clash fashion by sharing similar colors and patterns of the shirt, but without matching. Not-matching matches my tie soul to its core. Bow Tie and I are pleased to give you an update on Mom and her new hip: She’s somewhat ambulatory. And  she’s sounding like her smart-ass self. She feels so good that all her wrinkles have disappeared. She’s a looker!

Bow Tie o’ the Day got us booted out of the Care Center. While I was yammering away with Mom, Bow Tie grabbed Mom’s wheelchair, and snuck it out of her room. I heard a commotion in the hall, and when I investigated, I saw a herd of nurses trying to wrangle Bow Tie as it sped the wheelchair up the hall and back. I gave Bow Tie THE LOOK, and it came right back—bow hung low in complete contrition. I’m a good forgiver, but Bow Tie is still gonna be grounded.

Good eye, Bow Tie! We had just started our walk when Bow Tie screamed, leapt off my neck, and jumped down to the sidewalk! Look at its discovery: One perfectly round, domed raindrop, just sitting on the surface of a lone leaf on the sidewalk. At first, I thought it was a clear marble. But really, it was a marvel. See how ties can open up the whole world for you!?☔️💧

Bow Tie o’ the Day #1 says “Joyous Father’s Day” to those dads who know being a father is more than providing the swimmers that began the baby process. Bow Tie presents the pillow made out of Dad’s overalls and work shirt–made by Kathi’s grandma. Next to it are my overall-striped shorts for today. (Yes, I’m shorts-less while shooting this photo. No need for you to have that picture in your mind.)

Tie o’ the Day #1 is a lucky bow. Bow Tie got to attend a bridal shower for Jessica Porter, Suzanne’s niece. Jessica is no Bridezilla, that’s fer sure. 👰 From left to right: Suzanne, Jessica, Bow Tie. I guess I’m somewhere there in the crowd too. And hey, check out the next photo, which shows the sidewalk art that greeted guests as they ambled up to the party in the house. See Bow Tie getting up close and personal with the chalk.