Month: October 2017

I’ll address my prominent Spock ear in detail later, but for now, Bow Tie o’ the Day complements Mom’s autumn-hued, early-70’s attire. And hey, there’s a wiglet topping off Mom’s hairdo! Ties and I notice we score the most Facebook LIKES, COMMENTS, etc. when Mom guest stars in a post. I read her the names of those who acknowledge her appearances, and she tells me stories about each person/family. To her, you’re each her best friend. My ties and I thank you for adoring her. She’s the Queen. 👑

 

Tie o’ the Day is flashin’ classy, clash-errific Halloween orange. As for me, I’m testing part of Roxy’s costume. (All dogs look fabu-ful in fedoras.) She and Skitter look forward to Halloween more than Christmas. In fact, around our house, I’m in charge of The Twelve Days O’ Halloween. Ties and I will be posting the goings-on of that dozen-day escapade, just for y’all. Something I wonder: Would it work to carve oranges instead of pumpkins? Or orange peppers? 🍊 🌶 Maybe we’ll try doing that for Homely Family Evening on Monday.

Suzanne’s workday ends at 4:30, and her office is ten minutes from home. Suzanne is NEVER home before 5:30. But I don’t mark her officially TARDY until 7-ish. She loves her work. Same as it ever was. I don’t complain. We live a comfortable life, and that isn’t due to the millions of bucks I earn writing poetry. 📝 Bow Tie O’ The Day guest stars Suzanne, dedicated educator. No matter how high up the education food chain she rises, she’s always jabbering about the responsibility of putting students first. Imagine that! 🖥 🗄 🗂

Our Breast Cancer Awareness Tie o’ the Day clashes with this shirt o’ Halloween colors. Two October anecdotes: #1. Mom hated to wear a bra, so she didn’t at home. Her bra hung on the living room doorknob, and she threw it on when anyone knocked on the door. Off it went again when the guests left. #2. Around Halloween, Dad always asked Mom if she’d sharpened her broom, so she’s always talked about herself as a witch. 👻 So do that breast exam, ladies! And buy those Halloween treats. 👺 🍭

Tie o’ the Day’s fall hues remember the late Leona Riding used to “drink and drive” with Mom and Peggy and me. Driving those 3 old broads….OMGolly, we laughed all across the county until our laughers were sore. Leona, who wore groovy dangly earrings, was entranced with fall leaves. After she passed away, any day the leaves were changing colors as we cruised, somebody would say, “Look. Leona’s up in the mountains.” Now, Mom and I have only each other to say it to. I wonder where we’ll see Peggy. 🍂 💔

Skitter had two vet appointments today😱. Bow Tie o’ the Day accompanied her around her waist, but she was still her normal shaky, skittish self. We christened her Skitter because it fit. She rescued us 4 years ago, after she was found abandoned in a culvert. Roxy had to teach her how to be a real dog. Skitter loves us and her blankets, but she is still frightened of everything/everybody else in the world. Especially noise. And balls. And smells. And lights. And ceiling fans. Please let a mutt rescue you. 🐶 💚 ❣️

Bow Ties o’ the Day want to play the guessing game again. We all want to remind you gals out there to do your breast exams. We don’t want you to forget it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, so your task is to guess how many pink bow ties are inhabiting this brassiere. We’re not divulging whose breasticle contraption this belongs to, but clearly its cups runneth over. It might help your estimating to know it’s a 36C. 🤔

I was born old. See the tears and furrowed brow on baby-me? Despite my hee-haw, ROFL ways 🤣 , I’ve always had a ponderous, troubled-by-injustice-and-pain-and-poverty soul. I’ve no doubt my sarcastic, slapstick comedy routine is my defense against the weight of the world I’ve always carried. It makes me who I am. I wonder how much more light-hearted I’d be if I had been born wearing this Bow Tie o’ the Day. How could anything ever trouble me, if I had come out of the chute wearing this bigly bow tie? 🎀 👔 😜

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Tie o’ the Day has a serious message for women: Donate to breast cancer research, run in the Race For The Cure, and do your breast exams! Or have your spouse/partner/significant other/etc. do your breast exam. They probably know your breasts better than you do anyway. 😉 🙃