One Bow Tie o’ the Day gives us mutts dressed in warm Christmas-color garb, while the other Bow Tie o’ the Day gives us wiener dogs wearing jingle-belled collars and nifty antlers. Tie o’ the Day shows us how a penguin makes a field goal. Honestly, I am not a fan of the word “cute.” It’s overused. But for these pieces o’ neckwear, “cute” is an entirely apt word. I’ll use it. This time.
Ties o’ the Day display some mighty clever snowbeings. The cleverest, in my opinion, is the snowman from England in the 16th Century. A clean beheading is always a festive thing. LA’s breasticled snowgal is a close second fave of mine.
Sorry my text has been absent in the last few posts. Remember all that blah, blah, blah I wrote last week about my current bipolarity vacation in the familiar territory of Depressionville? Well, it’s got me wordless. Even TIE O’ THE DAY can’t seem to get me yammer-writing tales or tidbits so I can write a proper post. The yammer will come back. It always does. Might be this afternoon. Might be who-knows-how long. No worries, though. I know my bipolarity’s tricks, and I always eventually whoop its ass.
I hope you’re still enjoying the holiday neckwear. My ties make me proud. I guess I’ve raised ’em right.