Month: July 2017

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are trying to make it all make sense. After a summer of yard sales, of dozens of donations to thrift stores, of oodles o’ loads o’ junk thrown into the bins at the garbage dump, and of just plain giving things away—how do we still possess so much stuff for which we have no need nor place? ‘Splain that to me, Lucy! At least we keep the C-ville Deseret Industries stocked up with silly bits o’ tid!

Roxy models Tie o’ the Day for us here, as her way of guaranteeing I will find her so adorable that I must give her exactly what she wants: TUMMY RUBS. Her tummy is as wide and long as the Mississippi River, so providing Ms. Roxy with all the t-rubs she wants could be a full-time job if I let it—which I won’t. I mean—other critters need tummy rubs too. 🐃🐢🐒🦍🐪🐇🦑🐨🐸

Bow Tie o’ the Day is having a blast hangin’ with Big Helen at our Centerville Dog and Poetry and Crocheting and Sewing Mansion Estate Ranch. 😉 Mom wanted to be only in the background of this photo cuz she is not happy with her hair. 💇 She misses her Thursday “Hair and BLUE BLOODS Day.” She says she needs her few remaining hairs cut and permed ASAP. Despite her hair travails, Mom is zippy and clever as ever. Her recovery exhausts her, but is on track. 🚂

Bow Tie o’ the Day is pulling a bit of a “Where’s Waldo?” in this snapshot. Trust me! Bow Tie’s hangin’ around my neck, as per usual. It thoughtfully gathered The Three Helen’s, to be photographed together for posterity—in all our grand Helen-osity. Mom is quite jolly today, despite this look on her face. 😁 And the babe in this pic is Emily Helen Wright, one of Ron’s granddaughters. Helen on, y’all!

I recruited these Bow Ties o’ the Day to keep Mom safe while she and her new hip spend a few days with us. If you know Mom, you know she does not stop moving. Thus, I designated these bow ties to be her Secret Service detail, and to curtail her movement within the house. The entire house is a NO BIG HELEN ZONE—except the couch and potty. I’m pretty confident that any tie/bow tie o’ mine is up to the task. Can’t wait to see her!

Bow Tie o’ the Day, covered in bubble critters, is yesterday’s reject. It didn’t get the required votes to be worn yesterday. But I had to wear it today, so it’s tie feelings wouldn’t be hurt. Blah, blah, blah…self esteem…blah, blah, blah…participation trophy…blah, blah, blah. AND MOSTLY, I had to wear it cuz my pal, Darci, voted for it and has been whining about it not winning. Hey, Darci! Stick this in your cupcake and smoke it! 😜

Here’s the winning bow tie. Y’all made a marvelous choice! Thanks for picking the exact right Bow Tie o’ the Day. It was an especially important decision because tonight was Date Night, and you know how that’s gotta be perfect. Suzanne and Tie and I are in SLC at STANZA, which is becoming my fave restaurant. We’re becoming recognized as regulars at STANZA, but we know it’s Tie o’ the Day they really like to see. We’re just happy to be tagging along in such groovy company.

Hey, I’m asking for your help. I have never had a problem choosing Tie o’ the Day, but I’m stumped this morning. I’ve narrowed it down to these two specimens: a brown-checked, point bow tie, and a bubble critter regular bow tie. Please, please, please, help a tie-wearer out! Which piece of neckwear am I putting on for the day?

Despite the soggy weather, Tie o’ the Day and I are feeling a bit hibiscus-y. I do have to admit to you tbloglodytes that my hibiscus-covered shorts are not, in fact, shorts. They are boxers. Tie tells me no one will notice they are boxers, cuz they will be too busy adjusting their eyes to the hibiscus clash of this ensemble’s entirety. Obviously, Tie o’ the Day has moments of superhuman clarity and perspective. 🌺 🌺 🤡

Roxy began yapping and pouting after Skitter did this morning’s post. According to Roxy, “Skitter ALWAYS gets to star on Tie O’ The Day! I NEVER get a turn!” This caused a bunch of barking and snarking between the two of them. But once I photographed Roxy wearing Tie o’ the Day, they both settled down, curled up together at my feet, and napped. Clearly, all is forgiven, now that the website attention has been equally distributed. ⚖