Category: Bow Ties

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It’s A Little Nipply In There

These two Bow Ties o’ the Day are cold-weather sports enthusiasts, and this is the best way I can indulge their frigid whims and needs. This photo shows you our freezer is bustin’ out with sugar-free Popsicles and some not-sugar-free ice cream. Just for me. I’m not a huge fan of Popsicles, but for some inexplicable reason, they have tasted fantabulous to me since surgery. I eat at least a dozen per day. Cold feels good in my layin’-around gut. Who am I to argue with my recovering belly? BTW I’m currently shivering with anticipation. Suzanne told me she’s allowing me to drive this afternoon. Finally. I’m guessing that what changed her mind was that she thinks I made her sound like an ogre in a post yesterday when I wrote about her overprotective attitude about me and my healing up properly. I’m glad she took it that way, I guess–cuz I now have permission to use my car keys. I know her conservative orders regarding my recovery are because she has my health in mind. She’s got no ogre-ness anywhere in her soul. I just know I better not wreck when I head out on my first drive– so I don’t have to spend a fortnight listening to her say, “See, it wasn’t time for you to drive yet. I told you so.” 👹

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I’d Rather Do Nothing Somewhere Else

Bow Tie o’ the Day ate brunch with us in SLC at PAGO. We sat on the patio and wished winter never shows up with its chilly temperatures that will prevent us from hangin’ outdoors. A month from tomorrow, we’re off on vacation to Dauphin Island, off the coast of Alabama. Suzanne wanted a beach, and I wanted a place that isn’t bigly touristy. We scheduled the trip before we knew I needed surgery. But I WILL be ready to vacation! The trip has sorta been my incentive to follow all my post-operation rules for healing up. Suzanne has been extra obsessive about my following the doctor’s orders. In fact, she has made up her own orders for my safe recovery behavior. For example, she won’t let me drive yet, and we’re past the time the doctor said I could. “Yo, Suzanne! It’s driving! It’s not rolling a pickle barrel up a mountain!” But hey, there’s a vacay light at the end of the tunnel. And if I still don’t have my normal stamina while we’re on vacation, what’s the worst that can happen? Oh dear me, I’ll have to just lie on the beach the whole time, do nothing more than sunbathe, and gander out at the ocean. Poor me. 😿 🏖

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You Can Wear Drawers

It must be Socks Week. Look what I found in my sock drawer: Bow Ties o’ the Day. Yes, I have another pair just like them. I’m wearing this pair to Sunday brunch today. It seems we’re starting a Sabbath brunch tradition, since my operation. And we haven’t been to the same restaurant twice, which is most likely going to be part of the routine. 🍽The thing about groovy socks is that few people get to see and appreciate them when you’re out and about. Long pants cover them up. It’s true that you can wear shorter socks with shorts, but they don’t show off the socks’ designs very well. Wearing long socks with shorts is the one look I won’t do. In fact, it’s probably the one fashion mistake that I won’t try to make work. FYI I want to point out that in this photo you can see how white my leg is. This is proof that I am, in fact, the whitest white person ever created. I’m one shade away from being albino. ☠️

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Loveseat Recliners And Bank Accounts

Floppy Bow Tie o’ the Day caps off my Clash Fashion statement to the outside world. Here we are at R. C. Willey on a reclining loveseat– which Suzanne bought me this morning, cuz she thinks I need to do a ton o’ reclining while I recover. Plus, I’m old and I creak. Getting older is bound to make me even creakier. Reclining in a comfy loveseat can surely help our creaks and pops calm down. Anyhoo… I feel it’s important to tell you that although we are making a bunch o’ bigly purchases right now, we are not rich. We are not Rockefeller’s. We’re just frugal, and we know how to patiently save. For example, Suzanne built up The Recliner Fund for two years. I write about our purchases, not to show off, but because it’s what we’re doing right now. On these posts, I write about my ties and my life. I hope I do it with a dab o’ wit. And I’m gonna tell you about whatever adventures I experience, whether you wanna hear about them or not. 🤡 🛋

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Blinded By The Blinds

Yesterday, Bow Tie o’ the Day and I couldn’t wake up enough to drag our butts out of bed–all day. But when Suzanne got home from work, she ordered us to wake up and proceed directly to Budget Blinds with her. Yup, she hasn’t let up on getting new blinds. She says we don’t need to get them right now if I don’t want to, but I know better than to listen to her talk about not wanting new blinds ASAP. I ain’t gonna make waves. So we picked out very not-budget blinds, and got a very not-budget estimate. 💸 💰 🙀 BTW You voted for me to grow out my hairs, and I’m doing as you commanded. And, as you can see, my hairs are currently in a hideously awkward stage. Gee, thanks, y’all. 👏🏻

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A Chip Off The Ol’ Block

Coloring book Neckwear o’ the Day was filled-in by the famous artist, Suzanne. She was so excited when she found this page in one of her coloring books. She knew it would rock my joy. Whenever she kept me company in the hospital, she pulled out her markers and coloring books. She colored for hours, cuz I wasn’t feeling very talky most of my stay. BTW How I play with words is rubbing off on Suzanne. This binder is her daily planner, which she named without any input from me. I guffaw at any writing with an “o'” in it instead of “of.” Writing “o'” instead o’ “of” saves so much time and printer toner, eh? 😂

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It’s Your Right To Unfriend Anyone, But Please Don’t

Bow Tie o the Day is one of the first acquisitions for my extensive neckwear collection. I love it as much as the first day I brought it home to The Tie Room. And speaking of love… I was recently unfriended by a Facebook/life-long pal because I posted that pic of me getting an after-brunch kiss on a SLC sidewalk last Sunday. Did my FB Friend really not know about me and the famous Suzanne? Was that photo over the top? Hey, I am who I have always been– and will always be. Some things aren’t changeable anyway. I haven’t changed. But, evidently, my life-long pal has changed. So kiss my…cheek! With lipstick on. Suzanne does it all the time. And BTW, I still love my lost FB Friend. There’s room for all of God’s children on the Ark O’ Folks. Jesus preached that simplest, truest message. But in slightly different words.

 

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The Regular Walk That Still Didn’t Happen

Yesterday was the first time since surgery I tried to go for our daily walk through the wilds of our neighborhood. (It’s Centerville, so wood Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are actually the wildest wilds around.) We began our trek. My in-laws live around the corner, so we decided to check on ’em before our bigly walk. Also, Suzanne wanted them to gander at my scar. Well, we talked until I was too exhausted to do our walk. I almost didn’t have the stamina to make it home.

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Sock It To Me!

Bow Tie/Bow Ties o’ the Day! I had a helluva time deciding to invest $6 on these Happy Socks, even though they look groovetastic. The problem? They’re men’s size 10-13, and my feet aren’t that bigly. We went to Nordstrom Rack, where I saw these when I walked in. After just a few minutes, I handed the socks to Suzanne to buy, cuz I needed to nap in the car. She spent another hour– and hundreds o’ bucks– in the store. She spent only that measly $6 on me. Not fair! 💸 💰 🙀

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Cogitating About Misc.

Two things Bow Ties o’ the Day on my belt are thinking about with me: 1. Last night Suzanne and I attended a dinner for speshul people at her work. It occurred to me that I’m somehow able to drag my butt off the couch and be out in the world mostly only for food. Oh, well. 2. I promised y’all I’d grow out my hairs, but they’re annoying me bigly, and I’m tempted to chop them anyway. But I won’t, cuz you voted. And voting matters. 🤠