Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Tie o’ the Day felt my “meh” today, so I wasn’t alone. I’ve got a sure-fire shake-up-the-funk thing I do to get me out of my blah. I drive my rode-hard ’98 Hombre west to find a washboard road. I crank up the music and barely creep along. Love me my truck. I hope I die before it dies. Shout out to Sahara Motors. Russ sold Hombre to me on a handshake in 2001, even though I was broke. Integrity pays. ‘Links tell me Hombre needs bikini-clad-women mudflaps.
Bow Tie o’ the Day showed up in the mail yesterday. I don’t even remember ordering it, but I’m pleased I did. Tie and I have a bigly task to complete over the next few days: deciding which neckwear to take on vacation. We’re flying to Monterey on Saturday, for a week o’ whatever-the-hell-we-want-to-do. Choosing ties is a tough decision. So many to choose from, so little space in the suitcase. Bow ties are least in the way while playing, but they get smooshed easily.