Month: August 2017

On our walk, Bow Tie o’ the Day spied this plant growing in somebody’s yard. Based on the blossoms, we speculated the plant was some kind of squash. But as Bow Tie got up close to it, we ascertained that it is a Kleenex plant! This is where tissues are born! We never knew they’re farmed. I wonder how profitable a crop of tissues is. 🚽 🤧

Bow Ties o’ the Day insist on walking with us this evening. They are certainly welcome to join us, but they must keep up. I refuse to pick up tuckered-out bow ties mid-way through the walk, and have to carry them all the way home. Oh, wait! I carry ’em with me wherever I go. I wouldn’t even feel the difference, eh? Nevermind.

I haven’t told Bow Ties o’ the Day yet, but they’re headed to D.I.. I just don’t bond with solid colors. I care about solid bow ties, but it’s not fair that I don’t wanna wear them. At D.I., they will be adopted into loving homes, I’m positive. Excuse me while I go kiss them all goodbye. It’s for the best that I give them up. And it’ll hurt me more than it’ll hurt them. ☹️

I woke up feeling sorta pirate-y. But I don’t have an eyepatch, a swashbuckling sword, or a parrot. So….I squint my eye shut and pretend I’m wearing an eyepatch. I brandish my Swiss Army Knife instead of a sword. And I taught Bow Tie o’ the Day to sit on my shoulder, parrot-like. You should hear Bow Tie talk! It says a few off-color things, but it’s mostly G-rated. And, of course, this photo captures me saying AAAAAAARRRRRGGHGGHHHH, Mateys! Or HAAAAAAARRRRRR, Mateys! If you like that translation better.

Date Night at Lagoon, chaperoned by Bow Tie o’ the Day. Suzanne wore her motion sickness patch, so we could ride the roller coasters and spinning rides. And every now and then we all need an evening of eating horrible, bad-for-you food. We found this tooth in Pioneer Village. Look at how much strength it took me to pull it from Sasquatch’s stinky mouth. I had to get flexy to accomplish the feat.

Note that I am wearing the smallest bow tie I have. It’s a safety matter when you’re near machinery.

Also note that I am wearing my Big, Fat, Ugly Shorts. They weigh 2.2 pounds, and have enormous pockets, making it possible to carry everything anyone might need when they’re out on an adventure.  Wearing them is like wearing a large purse. I’m a pack mule in them.  👛 🎠 🎡 🎢

Bow Tie o’ the Day dug around in storage boxes, and found this gem. Why I still have it, mystifies me. And what’s problematic about spelling my name correctly—with one “L”? Oddly enough, as Helen, that extra “L” still shows up. Sometimes someone’ll spell my name “Hellen”. My name has that second “L” only when I’m angry and ranting. Man, I can be a Hell of a tornado. 🌪

Why wear Tie o’ the Day in my hair? Well, it’s Friday night, and I felt like I oughta girl-up a little before going out on the town. Yup, this is pretty much all the girling-up I do. 💄 💅 💃 😊

Tie o’ the Day is a blast from a week ago, so I guess it’s really Tie o’ Suzanne’s Niece’s Wedding Luncheon Last Saturday. I used to dislike pictures in which I’ve been a subject. Clearly—as evidenced by this tblog—I’m okay with it now. I’m especially fine with the photos Suzanne is in with me. I think her presence makes me look a little easier on the eyes. And happy. I look happy. 😃 Cuz I am.

Bow Ties o’ the Day climb on our most eccentric piece of decor/furniture. This is an ancient library card catalog Suzanne nabbed for us. Admit it. You’re jealous we own it. The drawers are empty, so I’m gonna hit up Suzanne for permission to make each drawer a bow tie condo! I’ve done the math, and 720 bow ties can live here. I’m not sure how many I own, so I should probably search for another card catalog to buy. Just in case. 😜

Yesterday’s X-mas-themed Bow Tie o’ the Day got me thinking of Halloween. I grabbed this Tie o’ the Day for its Halloween-y colors. Tie made me make a frightening face for this pic, to keep my scary-face muscles in shape for making this year’s trick-or-treaters run screaming from our front door. After they get their candy, of course. This proves my face is ready to make horror. 😱