Month: December 2017

Tie o’ the Day’s gingerbread folks are hovering around Roxy to give us all a bit of comfort. Roxy especially needs tender care. Roxy is almost 15, and she’s nearly blind and deaf. Today, she lost her equilibrium, general faculties, and appetite. She’s been pretty happy, despite aging, until the last few days. I made a vet appointment for her for tomorrow afternoon, here in St. George. Unfortunately, I’ll be leaving the vet office alone and empty. No tie can unbreak my heart about that. 😢 🐶

In St. George, We Three Wise Women spent our entire Sunday gaining succor at The Church O’ The Christmas Ties. Oh, and we ate and laughed. And we watched tv and laughed. And then Bow Tie and I got honked at and yelled at in the Smith’s parking lot while I loaded groceries into the car. Dude was in his nice church clothes, but according to him my bumper stickers and I are everything that’s wrong with this country. It made brave Bow Tie cry. 😭

Ties o’ the Day can’t get enough of Mom, so they ride around on her walker with her. She is so happy they came to vacation at her new home that she’s making them tuna sandwiches. We’d all like to wait on Mom, but she says she needs to exercise to keep her hip all loosened up. Loosened up for what, I have no idea. But if it’s what Mom wants, her wish is our command. BTW How do you clean tuna off ties?

Got my hair slicked back like the gangsta that I am. Bow Tie o’ the Day is escorting me and Suzanne on an adventure to hang with Mom in Dixie for a week. We’re spelling off Ron and Marie, who deserve kudos and applause for providing Mom peace, and safety, and care. Bow Tie wears anchors covered in Christmas lights in honor of Mom, who has always been the happy anchor of our family. Get ready for the ties’ adventures with Mom down south. 🤶🏻 👵🏻 ☀️

At first glance, Tie o’ the Day appears to be covered in Santa hats. On closer inspection, it’s clearly festooned with the accoutrements required for playing beer pong. I double-checked the tie’s label, and it is definitely made to be a Christmas tie. I’m wearing my red-Solo-cup lapel pin with it. And what you can’t see in this pic are my red-Solo-cup cufflinks. Hint: the cufflinks resemble red Solo cups. 😜 My clash fashion scale for this outfit rates it at ONE PAISLEY AWAY FROM LEGENDARY! 🎅 🏓

See my tuckered out Bow Tie/Ties o’ the Day. We had a tossy-turny night, so we’re kidnapping mid-morning zzzzzz. Another tie running loose around the house must have snapped this photo. When I sleep, I dream about all the Ties o’ the Day. And I also wonder what they’re up to when I’m out of the house. Ties are like teenagers: they never tell you the truth, and they always have that guilty look. Especially when they do a chore without being nagged. 😴 🤷🏻‍♀️ 🤷‍♂️

Bow Tie o’ the Day shows its Santa-hatted skulls and crossbones. Skulls are groovy. Suzanne doesn’t wear skulls, except the one behind her face. Bow Tie and I are taking Suzanne X-mas shopping tonight. I got this jazzy idea to shop differently this season: I gave Suzanne my debit card and told her to shop for both of us. On Christmas, I will be surprised by my gifts AND hers. I can’t wait. And I hope she gives back my debit card. 💳 🎁 ☠️

Some already-posted Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day wanted to say a fond g’bye for the year. Since they don’t have hands, they can’t wave BYE-BYE, so they formed this Christmas tree, topped off with a star. Their creation is lop-sided, but we tend to favor imperfect trees. They need homes too. If Ties hadn’t made this on the floor, we’d probably keep it in place and put presents around it. But it’s freaking out the mutts, cuz it’s something different on the floor. 👋

Ties and Bow Tie o’ the Day are glad to see the snow and the temperature come down, cuz that means we can wear our fedora wherever we go. You can’t wear a fedora during the summer. That would look weird. Oh, my! Did I just say you can’t wear something that might look weird? I apologize. Wash my mouth out with Ralphie’s soap! Weird fashion on, people! Without wearing something odd, I know I would cease to exist. I wear ties; therefore, I am. 🕵️‍♀️

Lobster Tie o’ the Day is hankering for spending Christmas and New Year’s at the beach in Rehoboth, Delaware. It’s chilly there this time of year, but it’s off-season, so the tourists are elsewhere. We had the run of the town. I’m a huge seafood lover, so we’d buy a paper grocery bag of soft-shell crabs and gorge ourselves. All along the Maryland shore, McDonald’s sold crab cakes and crab cake sandwiches. And there was a host of nudist beaches I’ll tell you about sometime. 🦀