Month: August 2017

Bow Tie o’ the Day enjoys all seasons of the year. August heat merely provides another set of temperatures for Bow Tie to romp around in. As for me, I never get bored with Snoopy and Chuck Brown’s X-mas tree. I do have to say that my favorite version of his tree is the BEFORE, when it is all scruffy and has about three scraggly branches. That fragile, precarious, pitiful tree speaks to me in the core of my soul. 🎁🎄

Bow Tie o’ the Day is not being political, and please refrain from making political comments here. Focus on adventurous, pale yellow Bow Tie. It thrills on truck rides, so it made my Hombre’s tailgate its permanent home. I hope Suzanne didn’t put a GPS chip in Bow Tie to chart my destinations. That’d be creepy. And I’d be in trouble if she found out how often I drive to Barnes & Noble. 📚 📖

Tie o’ the Day and I are mourning this morning. 😢 It’s chilly outside, so I’m wearing a sleeved shirt. Oh, I know there’s still plenty of summer for the wearin’ o’ the tanks, but the bit o’ chill greeting me today was a sad reminder that sleeves and skinny jeans are coming soon. Note that I generally wear neckties in the not-so-toasty months. 👔 👖 Trust me: they’re as interesting as the bow ties. 🎀

This photo harks us back to Saturday, when Suzanne and I zoomed Mom to the SLC-area where we handed Mom off to Ron, for her return to her new home with Ron and Marie in St. George. We didn’t want to let her go. Anyhoo…Bow Tie o’ the Day showed up at the transfer spot—on wee Harper’s head. Note the adoration with which her dad, Joe, and her sister, Hunter, look at her. 👶 And yes, I consider bows to be bow ties.

At Jessica’s wedding luncheon, I wore a necktie. Father o’ the bride, myBlaine, said, “Where’s the bow tie?” The wedding “color” was camo, and I don’t own a camo bow tie, so I wore a camo skinny tie. I told myBlaine not to fret, cuz I’d bow-tie-up for the reception. Which I did. Suzanne’s mom took this pic at the luncheon. It captures so much about Suzanne and me, and I love that Suzanne’s mom wanted to snap it. 📸 (Suzanne’s a fantabulous guest on the tblog, don’t ya think?)

Yesterday, everywhere Ties o’ the Day and I went, we ran into bow ties. At the wedding festivities for Suzanne’s niece, Jessica,  bow ties abounded. Here I am with the bride’s pa, myBlaine. I always call him that: to me, he will always be myBlaine. Note: he’s a tall guy. In the picture below, you will see Suzanne and the amazingly cute Claire, also wearing a bow tie to top off her purty outfit. We love them both, to Pluto—the former planet–and back. 👰 🤵

Mom’s back in Centerville with us for a couple more days! Yup, that’s her arm.  She’s curled up on the couch, with Skitter at her feet. Skitter is sporting Bow Tie o’ the Day, which decorates her new collar. Mom is still feeling grave anxiety about her hair, so she doesn’t yet want her head to be photographed. Thank gosh she is getting a perm Tuesday. I’ll be sure to snap lots o’ shots of her face as soon as her hairs are permed and ratted. 💈 ✂️

The smoke alarm chirped out some kind of malfunction this morning, and I have a little problem with being on ladders that have steps ascending to ceilings. Bow Tie o’ the Day kinda likes high places, and so it offered to mosey up to solve the irritating noise problem. That’s Bow Tie, alright! Always willing to lend a bow to help the family. 🐕 🐶 👩‍👩‍👦

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

The mutts saw me standing on one leg while I stretched this morning, so they declared today to be Pink Flamingo Fashion Day. I let them pick out my attire, and this is what they came up with. Roxy thought I should wear the regular tie, and Skitter thought I should don the bow tie. I like to please ’em both, so I will sport the two Ties o’ the Day simultaneously. Gotta stretch and try new things, my friends! 🌴 🌈