Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day, my hand weights, and I want to say a thing or two about weight. During my stay at Huntsman, I dropped 10 pounds. But I call such weight “fake weight.” It’s the kind of lost weight that when you finally get home, it returns at the rate of lickety-split. I ate one Popsicle, a serving of applesauce, and 2 Altoids– and WHOOSH, 8 pounds was right back on my “old lady gut.” Surgery is an expensive and painful way to lose 10 pounds for only a week. 🍎 🍧 😾
Bow Tie o’ the Day checked out new flooring possibilities with us. The flooring must be worthy of touching The Ultimate SewingBox’s hallowed feet. This photo shows how Suzanne and I hunt for house things: she looks at samples, and I take selfies for tie posts. It works for us, cuz Suzanne’s The Decider. I, however, have VETO power if she chooses something hideous I can’t live with. She has good taste, so I’ve had to use my VETO power only a handful of times, since 1985. 🏬 🏡
I was bigly impressed with the Mr. Rogers documentary, WON’T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?, which I saw with Bishop Travis and Bishopette Collette. I wanted Suzanne to see it, so I got properly dressed in Bow Tie o’ the Day to take her to see the movie today. Even putting on Bow Tie exhausted me, and I had to have a quick nap before going. Everybody on the planet should watch this movie about kindness– especially those who are children or adults. Yup, that means you, too. 🚎
Bow Tie o’ the Day is my nappin’ buddy. I feel like I’m healing up incredibly well from my Huntsman Hanky Panky adventure. But I can’t seem to overcome this exhaustion. I know doing nothing is helping me heal, but I’m sorta useless. I’m not accomplishing a dang thing, and that’s not like me. I feel like I’m portraying a slow-moving character in a dreadfully boring movie. I want to play– if not my own character– a starring character who moves, rattles, and changes the planet. 🎥 🎞 📽
I’m kinda disappointed in Bow Tie o’ the Day. It looked good online, but it’s not right. It was supposed to be covered with butterflies. Instead, it’s covered with butterfly WINGS. Did Bow Tie’s manufacturer pull half the wings off the butterfly fabric with which Bow tie was created? I’m not prejudiced against imperfect bow ties, and I will most likely wear this. But this is an example of why I prefer oversized bow ties: the more neckwear fabric, the better the fabric’s print is displayed. 👁 🦋
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a spiky, 3D-printed bow tie. Here we are in SLC, at Finca– where we’ve never eaten before. I wanted my Sabbath get-outta-the-house trek to be Sunday brunch. We haven’t eaten out for weeks, so Suzanne was game. We like to try new places, and I chose Finca because the online menu listed a smoked trout omelet. And, oh, it was troutly yummiful. Suzanne drank a pomegranate mimosa, which I enjoyed smelling. Unfortunately for me, smelling does not give you a buzz. 🍹
Bow Tie o’ the Day might as well have conked me out with a rubber mallet last night. We made a zippy trip to Oak City and back yesterday, to attend my Aunt Arlene’s funeral. The trip was my first day-long venture out of the house since surgery. I handled it ok, but when we got home, I fell into an 11-hour sleep coma. I have never before slept for 11 hours. I’m not as recovered as I thought I was. More sleep and less action for me. 🛌
Flip-flop Bow Tie o’ the Day and I knew this would happen. It doesn’t surprise us. Here’s the story: The newly purchased Ultimate SewingBox parts wait in their boxes in the garage, yearning to be assembled. And Suzanne says, “I get thinking about it, and where we’re going to put my Ultimate SewingBox really does need new flooring. You know how you’ve always hated that carpet. We should replace it before we set up The Ultimate SewingBox, don’t you think?” Happy wife, happy life, empty wallet.
Tie o’ the Day heals. The day I birthed my gazillion, olive-sized pancreatic stones, Suzanne was working on passing her biggest kidney rock in her kidney stone history. Her boulder is displayed here beside a capsule o’ pancreatic enzymes, which I must take whenever I eat. I stand all amazed at the size of Suzanne’s kidney mountain. I had an epidural when I birthed up a chunk o’ Hanky Panky and its stones. Poor Suzanne had to pee out a boulder with nothin’ but grit. 🙀
With this recovery pillow protecting my gut, my heart pitter-pats when I see Tie o’ the Day. Lush color. The paisles are few but eye-catching. I like Tie, even though it isn’t a dynamic, screaming tie. Its color pops out boldly from my mustache pillowcase Suzanne crafted. When I’m in a fabric store with Suzanne, if I simply glance at a groovy piece of fabric, eventually she gives me the fabric– transformed into a pillowcase or blanket. Wish she’d buy me every truck I glance at. 👻 😹 🚚