Month: March 2018

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I Let Mom Photo-bomb Us Yet Again

Tiny Tie o’ the Day creates a picture of clash-matching spring green. You’ll note Mom is sunglassing in the background. As long as Mom’s here, she will guest-star in our little tblog posts. She’s simply that cool. Mom is not just a role model. She is a model of hip-ness and groovy-osity. And, clearly, she’s a sunglasses model. Her old lady fashion choices have long been… interesting. But they’ve always been enjoyed by onlookers. She is especially fond of wearing wild, colorful, thick, soft socks. 🕶

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The Mystery Is Opened Unto Us

So what was in that illicit-drug-looking package I received? A kilo of Bow Ties/Ties o’ the Day and Cufflinks o’ the Day. 12 bow ties, 3 ties, and one set of cufflinks, to be precise. I made a good haul, eh? I can’t believe it all fit in there. Mom watched me be a happy camper as I opened it up. Opening it required a Swiss Army knife. When I looked at the package again, I decided it kinda resembled an Easter egg. Alas! No treats inside. Dang! 🍫 🥚

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Got Stories? Mom Does. Many Stories. Very Many.

Mom’s back from Mercedes’ to hang with us again. I think I’ve figured out why Mom wears her sunglasses in my house, even when she naps. I believe it’s cuz yellow Bow Tie o’ the Day sports blinding, blingy sequins. Mom says she likes Bow Tie though, so I’ll keep it on. Mom mostly lounges through her days now. She doesn’t read books, or put together puzzles. I asked her if she gets bored. She said she can’t get bored because she has so many memories to remember.

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Ties Arrive

Bow Ties/Ties, and Cufflinks o’ the Day fill this fat package. Trust me. I heard a knock at the door, and FedEx gives me this odd package, which I must sign for. The package is an unusual shape. It’s a foot long, and it’s wrapped in an entire roll of packing tape. I’ve watched enough drug-crime shows to know this resembles a kilo of illicit drugs. Was I being set-up to be arrested? I mentioned it to the delivery chick, who looked at me suspiciously. Doh! 📦

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Skitter Is So Very, Very Brave

Skitter got jealous of Bow Tie o’ the Day, and had to photo-bomb us. Bow Tie and I don’t mind. The ties worship Skitter, and I don’t mind dog kisses– as long as I can wash my face immediately after I get one. We’re so proud of Skitter when she dares to do ANYTHING. As an abused and abandoned dog, she is reticent to be noticed. She still rarely makes eye contact. It’s a bigly triumph for her to even sit beside us. 🐶 💋 And… Cufflinks o’ Peanuts!!!!!

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The Ties And I Are Working On My Boxing Skills

Ascot o’ the Day is just the ticket. Drum set Cufflinks o’ the Day are helping me create some vibrations throughout the house for Suzanne. Suzanne is a medical oddity, and when her lithotripsied kidney stone shattered, stones moved up her kidney instead of down to be peed out. Her kidney stone doc told her that in order to get her stones moving, she’s gotta jump up and down and dance, and I’ve gotta pummel the side of her back. The solution is in the vibrations. 🥊

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Spring Ain’t Sprung Yet, Dang It!

Cufflinks o’ the Day are golf carts with blue golf bags. Golfing is not a past-time I engage in, but I can still appreciate that these cufflinks are zippy. 🏌️‍♀️ Tie o’ the Day clashes dandily. I wish I could see a sky the color of Tie’s blue hues. 🏞 With Mom living in St. George, I now have an excuse to travel there whenever I want. And in Dixie, I’ll have a better chance of encountering sun and blue skies. 🚙 ☀ But I won’t golf. I’m a hazardous golfer. 🙀

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A Lot Of 1980’s Music Is Actually Pretty Good

Pink feather Bow Tie o’ the Day caused a small stir in Suzanne’s kidney stone doctor’s office. Even the doctor marveled at its fantastabulous-ness. And although the doc’s smart and cordial, he strikes me as a humorless fuddy-duddy. But bow ties make even the most stoic people smile. I’m extremely careful not to spill Diet Coke (or anything else) on Bow Tie’s feathers. I’m not a food/drink spiller often, but when I spill, it’s always on something expensive and un-cleanable. 🙀 Cufflinks o’ the Day are 80’s boomboxes. 📻

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Suzanne’s Still Straining For Sand

Suzanne’s sweater gives us Bow Ties o’ the Day. Suzanne does everything she can to hog these tblog posts. In fact, she’s the star of the show wherever she goes. I know, I know– you’d think I and my screaming shirts, ties, and ‘links would be the center of attention. But no, it’s Suzanne who draws the gawkers. She also draws the kidney stones. Today, her doc said she still has a kidney full of ’em. Apparently, her lithotripsy was a blast, but not a complete solution. 🙀 😸

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Please Cross Your Pancreas, Like Me

Cufflinks o’ the Day are the stars of this post. They are working rulers. When I wear them, I can’t help playing with them– opening and closing them constantly. They are my version of fidget spinners. I’m wearing them cuz we’re headed to Suzanne’s kidney stone doc, to measure if her recent lithotripsy sufficiently shattered her 3.2 cm stone. Yes, she’s been peeing rocks and sand, but we’re not sure if they all add up to 3.2 cm of ouch. My Hanky Panky is crossed for positive news. 🤞