Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Wedding crasher Bow Ties o’ the Day can’t get enough of celebrations, Thus, the crashing. They crash any party they find out about. And, yup, here I am in a dress– probably the last time I wore a dress. This is my oldest sister’s wedding. And my Sister Who Wishes To Remain Nameless stands next to her. They are both hotties. See that look on my face? I was born a deep, dark thinker. I’ve had a forehead o’ worry lines since I was a wee babe.
That moment when you realize you have a weird website about ties, on which you post pictures — mostly of yourself– , and you’re running out of faces to pull. Anyhoo… Bow Tie o’ the Day is a floppy-style wood piece. I’m wearing it with– get ready for it– a tank top. Oh, the happiness! It’s tank top weather! I have mentioned it before, but it deserves repeating: No matter how wrinkly and fat I get, I’m gonna wear my tanks. If you don’t like it, avert your eyes!
Bow Tie o’ the Day’s terriers went with us on a rescue mission. We trekked to rescue a rescue dog pal for Skitter to be skittish of. Abby was an eight-year-old black lab. She was terrific, but she and Skitter didn’t have chemistry. In her skittishness, Skitter needs a canine companion who never touches her, or looks at her, or tries to play with her, or barks at her, or notices her in any way. Skitter wants a dog who is seen from afar. We’re still hunting.
Suzanne asked porcelain Bow Tie o’ the Day and me what our verdict about HAMILTON was, and I replied, “It was a little too sing-y and dance-y for my taste.” I’m not into musicals, but Suzanne wanted to go, so I spent an arm and two legs to score us tickets. It was worth it. We had a stupendous evening, and Suzanne enjoyed the production– which is worth sacrificing any number of limbs required to buy tickets. She adores me. I have no idea why. 🎭❣
Tropical beach Bow Tie o’ Last Night hung with us and a thousand other folks at the Davis Education Foundation Gala, where the requested attire was beach-wear. The silent and live auctions brought in hundreds of thousands of bucks for public schools in the district. It was like an enormous bake sale for teachers and students. Yup, my bid was highest for the ride-along with a cop. I win! And we all got puka-shelled and leid. Sneaky Bow Tie kept attempting to bid for the Belize vacation. 🌺 🕶
Some days, even Bow Tie o’ the Day feels sorta sideways. We all do. We just can’t seem to face the day’s challenges straight-on. Oh, we’ll try, and we’ll muddle through in so-so form. We are all good pretenders and smilers when we need to be. Our minds will eventually focus. We’ll get ourselves back on track, following our various arrows in the right direction. Even when I’m at play in the fields of my bipolarity, I eventually find my footing and can fly right. So far. 🤞 ☘
Tie o’ the Day isn’t about me. It’s about the ties being all about the ties. Anyone with kids and/or pets knows that “it” is never about you. It is simply not possible to be a good parent (to kids or pets) if you’re all about you. Bow Tie o’ the Day– on Penguin o’ the Day, on Socks o’ the Day– reminds me of our dachsie, Vinnie, who appeared to wear a tux and bow tie, 24/7. He always looked as if he was heading off to get married. 🤵
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I are not fully awake. And yet, we have already hied off and back to the airport. Suzanne caught an early plane to Reno, for work. I am alone again, but Zombie-like in my I’m-old-and-can’t-get-up-early-without-paying-for-it-anymore stupor. I don’t wonder where the decades of my life went. But I’m starting to feel the truth that I don’t have many decades left. It won’t be enough time, but it will have to be. Hmmm… Who’ll take care of my neckwear when I’m dead? 👔 🎀 🤔
The in-laws gave us this 10-gallon barrel to use as part of our emergency/disaster storage. I’m sure they meant for us to fill it with water, but I decided I can be thirsty for the duration of Armageddon. What I can’t do during Armageddon is have an unadorned neck. I have my 100-oz. mini-keg of Diet Coke, and I’ll share it, so we’ll stay semi-hydrated. I’m filling this storage container– aka Helen’s Ark– with as many of every species of neckwear I can fit inside it. 🚢
Bow Tie o’ the Day is a clip-on, covered in butterflies. I’ve been told that when I was a kid, I called Butterfinger candy bars “Butterflyfingers.” As for clip-on ties of any kind, I’m not a fan, but they tend to be cheaper. And with some too-expensive ties, it can be worth it to go with the clip-on version. I liked bow ties from an early age. When I played Young Women’s church softball, I wore clip-on bow ties on my baseball shirts. I was weird. 🦋 ⚾