Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Tie o’ the Day kissed-up to me to go along with us to The Museum of Monterey, to see its permanent Salvador Dali collection of funky art. Lo and behold! Tie and I found red lip couches there, just waiting for us to sit our butts on when we needed a break from swell art. And we really did need to take a rest after we ventured into a museum room full of Dali’s naughty-er art. It was lucky I wasn’t wearing an eyed-up tie. 👁 💋
The dolphins on Bow Tie o’ the Day liked the ocean waves, but not enough to leap into the water. We watched the hefty harbor seals play on rocks, as a few otters floated by on their backs. Yeah, it was a pure nature day at the beach. And then we went to a sea-side restaurant and ate tasty sea nature. Suzanne had fish-n-chips, which is her favorite food group no matter where we go. And I consumed as much calamari as my belly could hold.
Tie o’ the Day is in search of a lighthouse to compare itself to. We can oblige that mission. After our naps, of course. Best part of our air travel was the 15-minute flight after our 3-hour layover in San Francisco. Sadly, the flight was too short for the drink carts to glide up and down the aisle. That ain’t right! I paid for a plane ticket, so the least they could do is hand me a cold one when I walked off the bird. 🛬
Tie o’ the Day presents Valentine-y pink, with a Fish Friday school o’ fish. When I was a wee sprite, Dad drove me and Poppo to camp at a lake. We fished, and they cleaned my catch, cuz I wouldn’t touch fish innards. We made a bigly fish haul. Dad cooked a campfire dinner, and we sacked out in the camper. When I left the camper to pee early the next morning, we were already parked on our front lawn. Dad hated being away from his mattress. 🎣 🛌
This face o’ mine just woke up, and we can all see it. Tie o’ the Day reminds us to make bigly plans for Valentine’s Day ASAP. The countdown is on! Cufflinks o’ the Day are expressing the fact that I miss pro and college football already. May the Utes prevail this year, as opposed to sucking last year. If BYU wins too, I’ll be okay with that. I seriously have to pack for our Monterey adventure today. And yes, I’ve chosen the ties for the trip. ✈
Tie o’ the Day has a couple of munchkin tie friends: Cufflinks o’ the Day. Three ties are absotively better than one, or even two. Wearing more than one tie at a time is like underlining AND italicizing the fact that you are a true tie aficionado. It’s clear what I’m into. If only I could somehow wear pages of poetry to show my adoration for magically written words. All my tattoos (except for my bee tat) are words, so I guess that sorta counts. 📃
Bow Ties o’ the Day are daredevils. The bow tie I was wearing when I took Vonnegut Grace Vibe through the Chevron car wash regaled the ties with tales of its adventurous ride through the hoses, sprayers, and brushes there. These two were entranced with the idea of taking the same breathtaking ride. Since I don’t wash Hombre, it will be a while before I return for another wash. Bow Ties couldn’t wait, so the scampy Tievel Kneivel’s took a watery dishwasher spin. Without getting wet.
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.
Bow Tie o’ the Day is well aware that ‘Links o’ the Day have their eyes on us, and on you. But we’re puzzled about something. It’s a HERD of cattle; a GAGGLE of geese; a MURDER of crows; a BAND of horses; etc… Just how do we correctly refer to a whole lotta neckwear? I propose these terms: A TANGLE of ties. A CROP of cravats. A BIB of ascots. An HOURGLASS of bow ties. A SKEIN of colonel string ties. A LARIAT of bolos. 🤔