So it’s a Monday, and you’re kinda crabby, so you’re grumbling at the dog and at your own reflection in the window. You’re also hungry, but you don’t wanna cook, and you don’t wanna order a pizza or drive to a restaurant. You are about to give up on being jolly for even one minute today. And then… while you’re folding the laundry, two blessings stare up into your blue eyes: the Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day boxers you sleep in. Where’s your grumpy now?! 🤗 👔 🎀
This Too Shall Pass. I Hope.
My pencils dress in Bow Ties o’ the Day to help me write. I planned to do a bunch of writing today, but the legal pad doesn’t lie. Me and Bow Ties are experiencing a severe bout of writer’s block. Sometimes it passes quickly. Sometimes I have to swear at my own congested head before the words start percolating into something sensical. I am not a cursin’ gal. But swearing can be kinda like praying: I do it in private, and I focus intensely on inspiration.