Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
It’s easier to do housework and errands while wearing a bow tie, as opposed to a tie. But it was Tie o’ the Day’s turn to star in a post, no matter how long my to-do list is. There are two basic ways to keep a tie out of your way when you’re scurrying around, crossing off accomplishments. Either tuck the tie into the front of your shirt, between two buttons, OR toss it over your shoulder in the suave-est way possible. As always, look hip.
Double Bow Ties o’ the Day prove that I couldn’t decide which one to wear. I try to make adjustments whenever possible. Happiness only sticks around if you know how to make adjustments to your sails, based on the wind and on your chosen destination. You cannot control all the weather of your life, but you can survive the storms, droughts, earthquakes, etc. You can handle the aftermath. If you have family and friends, that helps. But you can do it yourself if need be. You’ve got this! 👍
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a recent addition to my patriotic/USA ties. Pretty snazzy, eh? Its design is kinda folksy. Memorial Day is a kind of Thanksgiving. We honor not only the dead who served in the military, but our family and friends who have passed away. They mattered to us in personal ways we might or might not be able to convey to others. Some of them lived big, exciting lives, visible to all. Some of them lived quietly. All had impact. All lives matter.
I don’t recall Dad ever wearing a bow tie. If he had, I’m sure it would’ve been something like bee Bow Tie o’ the Day. He would’ve starred in these posts for me like Mom does. He would’ve worn any neckwear I handed him, and he would’ve posed and hammed it up, just to make me happy. Dad never served in the military, but he loved his country. Dad didn’t tolerate bullying or cruelty. He was a flower child– all about peace, love, and freedom. 🇺🇸 And bees. 🐝
Bow Tie o’ the Day has a BIGLY request. For the Memorial Day weekend, can we please, double-please, triple-please call a partisan ceasefire? Let’s remember that those who have served, or are serving, in the military haven’t come from only one political persuasion. People of all races, religions, genders, sexual preferences, economic circumstances, political affiliations, etc., have served their country. Even non-citizens have served and died, for a country they love and strive to be a part of. Let’s lay down politics, and remember ALL who gave all. 🇺🇸
Bee Pig Date Night was a success, but too short. Skitter was feeling sick, so we just went to dinner, then hurried home. I chose to wear a formal, black-tie Bow Tie o’ the Day, even though we went to a casual place, in Bountiful, called PLATES AND PALATES. Not PILATES. We only spent $35 of our Bee Pig’s $94.31, so we can can use the balance to have Part 2 of Bee Pig Date Night sometime this weekend. I hope we don’t just go to Costco for toilet paper. 🐝 🐷
Bee Pig coin bank wears Bow Tie o’ the Day, and we spent the morning together. I always put my end-of-the-day change into funky Bee Pig. When Bee Pig gets full, I roll the coins, then make a bank deposit. I wanted to do something different, so I’m declaring tonight Bee Pig Date Night. Whatever we decide to do, we cannot spend more than the total of Bee Pig’s coinage. Today’s total? $94.31. To make Bee Pig Date Night even more memorable, I’m actually gonna pay with rolled coins. 🐝 🐖
Suzanne, Bow Tie o’ the Day, and I sat on a bench, under a tree, outside her office building for lunch. SPLAAAT! A bird offering hit the middle of my iPhone screen. Perfect aim! (Get the disinfectant!) We found a couple of shaded rocks– the size of Suzanne’s kidney stones– to sit on for the duration. We glanced over the lawn and noticed this corndog-looking mushroom. Of course, I had to buy a corndog at the Chevron, then go back to photograph this. Bow Tie made me. 🤡
Bow Tie o’ the Day’s displaying Suzanne’s haul from the Kidney Stone Fairy’s visit. Suzanne has birthed around 75 stones, plus a yard of sand, in her life. She’s kept a collection, cuz her kidney docs ask to see them. With her fairy’s gift of pail, shovels, rake, and hoe, we’re going to make a beach in our back yard. Under Suzanne’s pillow, the Kidney Stone Fairy also left tickets for a beach trip to Dauphin Island, AL in September. I think the fairy did an ok job.
I insist Suzanne put her humongous kidney stone under her pillow tonight. (FYI She made this bee pillowcase.) She deserves a reward for creating a gemstone. Wood Bow Tie o’ the Day offered to protect our little bundle of prickly rock until the Kidney Stone Fairy replaces it with a treasure. This, of course, gives me a task, since I guess I’m the Kidney Stone Fairy. What is a piece of kidney gravel worth? What is an appropriate prize? I gotta think like the Kidney Stone Fairy. 🤔