Bow Tie o’ the Day and I were in Deltabama for about 4 hours yesterday, perspirin’ at our 99%-moved-out-of Beach House. We stopped at Maverik for a caffeinated beverage, and Bow Tie stayed in the car. I uncharacteristically grabbed a Diet Dr. Pepper (or two or three). My sister-in-Diet-Coke, Sandra, happened to see me, and there I was—totally un-tied and un-Diet Coked! Wearing a tie and swiggin’ a Diet Coke are two of my defining “thangs”. I felt naked! I felt like an imposter! I don’t care how hot my neck gets, or how much I might once in a blue moon crave a Diet Dr. Pepper. My neck’ll always be tied, and my veins will always bleed Diet Coke. In other words, I will never again step out of my true-me superhero costume! 👔 🥛 Note: See how cute Bow Tie o’ the Day is in the photo—just hangin’ its tiny body down in embarrassment and complete shame for us both.
