Tie o’ the Day and I are feeling kinda blue. There’s no bigly reason, and it’ll pass. Well, I guess there is a tiny reason. After our walk last night, a stray black lab was loitering in front of our house. We’ve been seeking a companion for Skitter, and I thought the mutt might be the cosmic answer to our search. I walked the dog through the neighborhood to see if it would lead me to its home, hoping it wouldn’t. Alas! We found its person. Dang!
Roses Match Everything
Clash of the Tie-tans! Tie o’ the Day nearly clashes with itself. It dazzles. In fact, this set o’ duds qualifies not just as clash fashion, but CRASH fashion. Behind me and my outfit o’ ostentation, my Mother’s Day roses are beauteous, calm, and traditional. Suzanne didn’t give me clashy flora, and that’s a-ok with me. There are times when we all need to look at things which allow our eyes to settle down and contemplate simplicity. I thrill on screwball wildness, but uncomplication is good too.