Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
As Tie o’ the Day shows us, regular folks aren’t the only ones who wanna lose weight and get fit for the holiday party season. Santa and his pals gotta get in shape for their around-the-world-in-a-night flight. Ties and bow ties don’t worry about their weight and/or their fitness. Whether wide ties or skinny ties or string ties, ties naturally exude coolness no matter what shape they’re in. We could take a lesson from them: we be cool, just as we are. 🏃♀️ 🏊♀️ 🏋️♀️
Bow Tie and Tie o’ the Day are consoling me cuz we met Ron in Fillmore today to transfer Big Helen back to her St. George digs. It’s always sad when she leaves us. And the mutts miss sleeping by her feet on the couch. I guess they’ll start paying attention to me again, now that she’s gone home. Mom is easy to have around, as long as the fridge has Pepsi and orange juice, and there are plenty o’ potato chips on the cupboard. 🍊 🥛 🥔
Big Helen and I are tie-ing one on for her last night with us, until the next time she can stand to hang here with us. Mom’s Tie o’ the Day is full of snowmen. She loves snowmen. And, of course, I’m wearing candy canes and canines. Around the holidays, Mom customarily makes toffee, caramels, cracker jack popcorn, and cookies for every person she’s ever met. She hasn’t shown much interest in that generous tradition this year. That’s ok. She deserves to lay down her candy spoon. 🥄
Bow Tie o’ the Day shows off its Christmas balls. I’m showing off a church jacket, which is off to D.I. cuz I don’t have room for some of them anymore. Suzanne doesn’t want me to get rid of them. She thinks they’re fab, so I’ll have to sneak them out of the house. Check out my Olympic lapel pin, which depicts funeral potatoes. Mom is still perfectly content to have set up camp on our couch. Now I gotta go comb my hair. 😜
Red, white, and blue Bow Ties o’ the Day are pleased to be chosen as the neckwear o’ The Two Helen’s. Mom and I are patriots, but not fans of the New England Patriots. This photo proves that Mom is always willing to join me in my endeavors and whims. Tonight, all I said was, “It’s time for our tie pictures,” and she simply got situated into her walker; grabbed her hairbrush; and walked into the bathroom to perfect her hair. Big Helen rules! 🏃♀️ 🚶♀️ 🇺🇸
Even Skitter enjoys her free way of life in the USA, so she joined in with a bow tie salute o’ her own on Bow Ties o’ the Day. I hope you can get a close-up gander of my bow tie. It is adorned with toy Army people. I often wonder how tie makers decide what to put on their ties. I’m just glad they get clever about their designs. I hate to think what vice I would pick up if I couldn’t hoard ties. 🇺🇸 👨💼
Bow Ties o’ the Day show their true colors. The flag bow tie on Suzanne is one of my fave patriotic ties. Mom’s gonna be here until Monday, when I hand her back to Ron. I hear her bedroom there will be decked-out in new furniture when she returns to Ron’s. This pic shows Mom’s usual pose these days. She doesn’t move much, but she’s not bored. She’s still got her spark and humor and proper irreverence. And she has 87 years of stories to tell. 🛋 🛌 👵🏻
This year, we sorta have two Veterans Days. It is officially tomorrow, but we observe it today. I guess that is so most banks and government offices can close for the holiday. Tie o’ the Day isn’t taking any time off, however. Tie wants to wave its country’s colors, to remind us of the sacrifices military women and men make. At the very least, citizens can show our support for liberty by learning the accurate history of the USA–both the good and the bad. 🇺🇸 💙 ❤️
Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day joins me and Big Helen for BLUE BLOODS. Mom watches the show on the ION channel all day, every Thursday. It’s her fave day o’ the week. I donned Bow Tie, in all its wooden glory, cuz Mom misses burning her piles of wood and coal in the fireplace Dad built for her. For X-mas, Mom didn’t get just a lump of coal. Dad always gave her the gift of a ton. During Winter, the fire blazed 24/7. Theirs did too. 💑
I’m already hungry for Thanksgiving turkey. Hence, this Tie o’ the Day. And then there’s this silly pic from Jr. High, I think. That hair is one reason I decided to never have bio kids. My hair doesn’t have the ability to hold any kind of styling. In fact, I figured if I had a kid, chances are it would have bad hair, bad teeth, big boobs, and be bipolar. And the big boobs would be especially bad if I had a boy. 💇♂️