Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
That moment when– although you’ve gussied up in Bow Tie o’ the Day and your pimp vest and a gorgeous Bugatchi shirt and an ear-warming hat to go to Walmart– you realize you’re one of those People of Walmart, who belongs on the website of the same name, to be mocked. And then… that next moment, when you realize that first moment was just plain foolishness. Of course, you’re not one of THEM. You’re one of the Great, Infinite Us. You’re you. 🤡 There really is no THEM.
Wearing Ties o’ the Day does not cease at the neck for me. My ties know no borders. No need for a Tie Wall for me, so neck-ed footwear joins us in this evening’s display o’ ties. Mustache mutt’s showing off a red, skinny bow tie. Sunglasses mutt’s wearing a teal, butterfly bow tie. It’s amazing how comfortable a couple of bow ties on your feet feel. My feet feel as if they are walking on bow-shaped air! But to me, all air is tie/bow tie-shaped, anyway. 👟 👒 🎀 🤵🏻 😉
Bow Tie o’ the Day is going with us to H & R Block to do our taxes this morning. I’m fine paying my city, county, state, and federal taxes. There is no way my measly taxes alone could pay for what I use. I get schools, roads, bridges, cops, firefighters, troops, safe water (and the infrastructure that brings it into my house), campgrounds, wildlife management, libraries, garbage/recycling services, recreation complexes/fields, and thousands more etc.’s. I’m damn grateful. But yes, sometimes I still catch myself bitching about paying. 💸
Bow Tie o’ the Day and Cufflinks o’ the Day chaperoned us on our Valentine’s Day Monterey-ing. We ate enchiladas at the beach, then visited some shops where local artists show/sell their pieces. The talent-level of the artists ranged from what I would call “somebody’s sight-challenged grandpa doing paint-by-numbers” to “wow, this chick is an extraordinary artist!” I fell in love-at-first-sight with a small painting, but its price was bigly. We decided to make the house payment instead of buy it. Some regrets are necessary. 🤷🏻♀️ 💞
The dolphins on Bow Tie o’ the Day liked the ocean waves, but not enough to leap into the water. We watched the hefty harbor seals play on rocks, as a few otters floated by on their backs. Yeah, it was a pure nature day at the beach. And then we went to a sea-side restaurant and ate tasty sea nature. Suzanne had fish-n-chips, which is her favorite food group no matter where we go. And I consumed as much calamari as my belly could hold.
Bow Ties o’ the Day are daredevils. The bow tie I was wearing when I took Vonnegut Grace Vibe through the Chevron car wash regaled the ties with tales of its adventurous ride through the hoses, sprayers, and brushes there. These two were entranced with the idea of taking the same breathtaking ride. Since I don’t wash Hombre, it will be a while before I return for another wash. Bow Ties couldn’t wait, so the scampy Tievel Kneivel’s took a watery dishwasher spin. Without getting wet.
The only thing better than a bow tie made of wood or a mustache made of whatever, is something that presents both icons on stage together. Bow Tie o’ the Day conquers that monumental task. It is a stupendously entertaining member of my collection. Hey, sorry you have to look up my nostrils, but this angle best showed off the old school, rotary phone Cufflinks o’ the Day. Note: Today, I picked up some zingy Rudolph ‘links for wearing with the ties o’ Christmas this year. 🦌 👔 🎄
Gorgeous Bow Tie o’ the Day was created with authentic peacock feathers; therefore, it is the most expensive tie in my collection. Suzanne must never find out its price. In fact, my tie collection is the sole reason we have separate bank accounts. If she only knew. I’m sure she knows, but all couples do that thing where you know what your spouse is up to, but you both agree to pretend you don’t. (Cufflinks are a bottle opener and a bottle cap.) 🍼 🎓
Bow Tie o’ the Day graces us with its wooderrific cut-out self. And I’m chewing on the radiating rays of my ‘Links o’ the Day. If I want a bow tie-shaped pair of glasses, I’ll put lenses into Bow Tie. I’d get double the usage out of the object, and re-purposing artifacts is always the right thing to do in our throw-away world. But please don’t re-use Q-tips, barf bags, or dental floss. Not even for yourself. At least, don’t tell me if you do.
Mom’s home in St. George now. She had a ball getting Wasatch Front attention, but she’s ready to be home. Bow Tie o’ the Day’s hanky-ness shows its solidarity with Mom in her current coughing/snotting condition, which was so froggy she had to take an ambulance ride to Ogden Regional Hospital yesterday— where she stayed a few hours. It’s not that Betty and Kent didn’t take good care of her at their place. It’s just that Mom is 87-years ancient, and even routine things wear her down. 🤒