I disguised myself in this different Bow Tie o’ the Day and my hat when I got home from church in Provo. I sat reverently in church with my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless (SWWTRN), as we gazed in great adoration at our Travis The Bishop. It was enriching. And then it got intense. A couple of people accosted us, welcoming us to the ward which isn’t our ward. My SWWTRN wondered why. I said, “To hell with us, it’s Bow Tie they want.” 🎀 ⛪
In A Rush To Show Off My Feathers
I don’t have time to write this post, but I am. I’m headed to Provo to church, where my nephew, Travis, is a bishop. That boy makes me proud. I brought out peacock feathers Bow Tie o’ the Day again for the occasion. And Cufflinks o’ the Day are my homage to those Mormon glass grape clusters that were atop every Mormon tv in the 70’s. Those things hurt when “somebody” pulled one off the cluster and threw it in the air, then failed to catch it. 🤓