Tauna Suggested A Contest

Bow Ties o’ the Day are throwing out a challenge. Guess the number of Bow Ties! Bow Ties and I were cleaning the refrigerator, and it occurred to us: The fridge is the contest place! They gathered around and hopped onto shelves wherever they could fit. They pushed and shoved and bit each other, jockeying for prime spots from which to be seen by the camera. You should have heard the chorus of “CHEESE” when I snapped the pic. ๐Ÿง€ย ๐Ÿ“ธย Those bow ties can belt it out!

Follow Your Tie-arrow

Bow Tie o’ the Day instructs us to be true to who we are, no matter how many people might mock how we travel through this chaotic world. Like wearing a cowboy hat sideways. For me, wearing my ties helps keep me centered. I can’t explain why, but ties and my tie website express an important part of who I am. Maybe using my ties to give people at least one giggle a day is my life’s purpose. That’s okay with me. ๐Ÿค ย ๐Ÿ‘”

Sleeping With The TV On

Yup, it’s late, and I’m tucked in. Hey, don’t even try to pry the remote from me, even if I’m asleep. Suzanne tried it once. And once was enough. She now chooses not to fight in The Battle of the Remote. Bow Tie o’ the Day reminds us that if you own a bow tie, you don’t need to buy a sleep mask. Ties can fulfill a plethora of purposes. And they’re just so darn cute to have around, no matter where you are or what you’re doing. ๐Ÿ˜ดย ๐Ÿ›Œ

Ruff, Ruff, Rough

Roxy rolls around in grass, dirt, weeds, and—apparently—ties. Tie o’ the Day doesn’t mind going along with Roxy’s roll-y whims. The ties adore the dogs as much as we do. Check out aging Roxy’s white-fur face and clouded eyes. Growing old is a trial. Watching your mutts grow old is just plain sad. ๐Ÿ•ย ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Out, Out, Damn Dust!

Bow Tie o’ the Day loves Primary songs. As we do our chores today, we are all singing “Saturday.” You know the one: “Saturday is a special day,/It’s the day we get ready for Sunday./We sharpen our teeth/And we shampoo the cat….” You know the rest. At this moment, Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are dusting Suzanne’s funky salt-and-pepper shaker collection. This is Bow Tie’s favorite set. A dog peeing on a fire hydrant? Priceless. ๐Ÿ’ธ

Me And Bow Tie, Caught In The Headlights

I get these ideas. I invent things I don’t know how to make. Anyhoo…It gets dark, mid-way through our evening walks. I wear my headlamp, and we attach lighted reflectors to our clothes. Suzanne and I are visible to traffic, but what about the tie? (Yes, I walk in a tie. Our community expects it of me.) So I idea-ed an invention. And, as always, Suzanne created what I invented. VOILA! A bow tie wearing reflective tape! Bow Tie is now walk-safe. And waterproof. ๐ŸŒง

I Beat Myself Up About It

My office is right outside the bedroom. My printer’s got a constant, blinking blue light that prohibits sleep. Every night I forget to cover it—until after all the other lights are off. I recently got up in the dark to cover the *#)*&^ light, and when I leaned down to grab a blanket from the dog bed in my office,ย THWUNK! My cheek hit the back of my chair. This bruise proves it. ๐Ÿค•ย But hey,ย clip-on Tie o’ the Day makes a dandy earring, eh?!

Not Singing’ In The Rain

It’s rainy, but the closest I’m getting to an umbrella is Tie o’ the Day’s umbrellas galore. It’s nippy outside, but I refuse to turn on the heat. Instead, I donned my beanie, pulled it over my ears, and declared Pajama Day. No regular attire today. I usually declare PJ day on weekends so Suzanne can enjoy it too. I’ll ย be in trouble for PJ-ing solo, when she gets home from work. Get ready for another photo of me and Tie in the doghouse. โ›บ๏ธ

You Can’t Cut Down A Symmetry

Clash fashion Bow Tie o’ the Day says I’m in terrifying need of hairs-cuttin’ and hairs-shavin’. Bow Tie says it’s embarrassed to be seen around my neck. It says I’m becoming one of those People of Walmart! Personally, although I concede I need my hairs trimmed and buzzed, I’m quite fond of my current head-fur style. Miss Tiffany, at Great Clips, will heroically clean up my hairdo. And she won’t mock my silky strands like Bow Tie is doing right now. ๐Ÿ’‡

The Scientific Method, Bow Tie-Style

My mini keg, as I call it, holds 100 ounces of Diet Coke. Bow Ties o’ the Day asked permission to dive into the empty keg to see how many bow ties could fit inside. I asked them to guesstimate how many of them could fit, and their estimates were between 10 and 50. So in they jumped, until the mini keg was brimming. The actual count? 27. And now I need a drink. Specifically, I need 100 ounces of Diet Coke. Hop out, Bow Ties!ย ๐Ÿฅ›