Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day gets my truck! In return, Hombre gets spiffied! When Mom quit driving, her car became Gary’s– cuz his decades-old Babe Magnet is on its last tires, almost to the point of unfixable-ness. And Gary MUST drive a hot car. He put a bunch o’ money into doctoring up Mom’s, and it is now born again– on deck to become the next Babe Magnet. I asked my family, and Mom and my siblings agreed it was natural that I’d inherit Mom’s license plates. 😃
I had a massive grocery list, so this Tie o’ the Day shopped with me– in case my debit card couldn’t cover the purchase total. A shopper asked if I would share Tie’s bucks. Cufflinks o’ the Day depict a 5-speed gear shift. Hombre’s a manual, and shifting makes me feel hot-rod-y. Hombre struggles on wet, wintry roads, even with tube sand in the back. I’m ecstatic that this mild winter allows me to drive it more often. I hope the weather stays un-wintry. Knock on clouds. ✊ 🚘 🚚 🌤
Diamond-point Bow Tie o’ the Day persuaded me to show my troll hair. All that blood rushing to my head made me light-headed. To recover, I had to sit on my butt and watch the I.D. channel for 3 straight hours. Nobody has to twist my arm to watch I.D.. I’m mesmerized by that crime-y channel and its “monotonous murder,” which is what we call it. I have bigly fits when I watch an entire show that ends with no solution to the crime. Waste o’ my time! Grrrrrrrr!!! 😠 😡
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I had a travel day, accompanied by our pink Cadillac ‘Links. Bow Tie is a wood-looking, but acrylic, little piece– cut from flooring. How cool is that? We’re gonna rip up our living room carpet soon, and we’ll be installing wood laminate. Bow Tie gave me a fantabulous idea: I wanna cut the laminate into tie and bow tie shapes and styles, and then install them as our new floor. My tootsies would never stop dancing on a tie floor. 👯 🕺 💃
Tie o’ the Day and I happily killed a bunch of time (see the clockworks on Cufflinks o’ the Day) at the bookstore and two other stores, while Suzanne touched every item sold at MICHAEL’S. That is only slightly an exaggeration. Craft/fabric stores take Suzanne hostage when she walks in. Such stores are like amusement parks to her. She emerges from them after hours of play, in one of two ways. Either she bought one trinket for a buck, or she bought an entire aisle of yarn. 🛍 🛒 🏬
I’m feeling rich, so Bow Tie o’ the Day sports a bling-y second bow tie and corner points. When I say I’m rich, I don’t mean in the wallet way. I mean “rich” in the blessings way. A cozy house with big windows, an old jalopy of a truck, and my fancy ties. Among other things. And I have my Suzanne. I can’t begin to express how rich she makes my life– even though she says this hat makes my head look like it’s wearing a condom. 🙄
Raise your glass o’ green beer to the gaggle of Bow Ties o’ the Day on this St. Patrick’s Day evening! We’re just sitting here on the loveseat, drinking FRESCA and DIET COKE, and watching LIVE PD. Call us if you need a designated driver. Seriously. PM me. It might take me hours to get to where you are, but I’ll be there to fetch ya. 🤠 🍻 Party safely! But party on!
Choosing the correct Tie o’ the Day is always of utmost importance, but today it’s a bigly-er deal than usual. And not just cuz it’s St. Paddy’s Day. This afternoon, I have an appointment with Dr. Bipolar. She’s a skillful doc, and she enjoys my tie thing. But I wonder if she tries to read into what my tie choices might mean about my pendulum head. So, when picking out an appointment tie, I always think things like: “Does this tie make my mania look big?” 😬
Tie o’ the Day is called a puff tie. It looks like a combo of a cravat and a necktie, with a hint of a Colonel Sanders tie in it, too. CHEERIOS Cufflinks o’ the Day definitely star in this post though. I am a serial cereal killer. When I was wee, every Saturday, Mom let me buy a box of cereal. I chose based on the coolest prize inside the box. Blast from the past! Anybody remember VAN’s, or MR. G’S, or DOVE’S, or HAPPY SERVICE?
Bow Tie o’ the Day is the cherry atop one of the finest clash fashion outfits I’ve concocted recently. And Cufflinks o’ the Day fit with me singing every Jimmy Buffett song I can think of, as I dust baseboards and vacuum the stairs. I’m completely in that sandy, ocean-y mood. MARGARITAVILLE isn’t one of my fave Jimmy songs, but I have been to many wedding receptions where, when it is played, everybody hits the dance floor. Young, old, and in-between. ⛵ ⚓ The song inspires Happy-A-Rama feet! 👣