Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I send birthday joy to Katie Poulsen. It’s a chilly, long-sleeve day, so Cufflinks o’ the Day can present her with two slices o’ birthday cake. Katie was an across-the-street, Delta neighbor. We only had a couple of actual conversations, although we waved at each other daily for years. Good neighbors don’t have to be best friends. But I know her family would have helped mine if I ever needed something. I hope they felt the same about me. 🎂 🎈 Celebrate, Katie!
Yesterday’s tank top jinxed the weather. Today, it’s rainy and chilly and mucky and muddy and just generally yucky. Hence, I’m in a flannel, long-sleeved shirt. I chose this Tie o’ the Day to really do some angry clash with it. The only good thing about a long-sleeved shirt on the last day of April is that I can wear Cufflinks o’ the Day. I went with purple bling. When I lived in Maryland, I could wear shorts from March to October. At least Utah has bigly-er sky.
Pocket-Square-as-Tie o’ the Day joins Cufflinks o’ the Day to race our running shoes into a warmer season. It’s time to shed long pants and long sleeves. Feel the impending burn! As excited as I am to pull my shorts and tanks out of storage, I always niff, shedding a cloudy tear when I store my long-sleeved shirts. Moving them signifies the end of Cufflinks Season. Sigh. No worries! Plenty o’ etc. will appear here regularly throughout the summer. ‘Links will likely photo-bomb us occasionally, too. YEE-HAW! 👟 📸
No time for a weekend hangover. Blurred Tie o’ the Day helps me rise and obey my ever-growing to-do list. Stapler Cufflinks o’ the Day staple together all my little notes, written on bits o’ paper. This way, I don’t have to consolidate my tasks into one efficient master list. Master lists confuse me. Too many straight lines, making way too much sense. It works for me to use my scribbled shorthand, written on whatever scrap of paper is nearest. Stapled together, of course. 📝
I post frequently about food, which I guess makes sense because we all eat every day. Tie o’ the Day says I’m hankering for Surf ‘n’ Turf for dinner. Cufflinks o’ the Day emphasize my desire for the lobster, especially. I can’t go out tonight because Suzanne won’t be back until too late. I could go out to eat alone, and it doesn’t bug me to do that. It would bug Suzanne to miss out on the feast though. And I don’t want to face those consequences. 😱 🙀
Bow Tie o’ the Day is created with 100% vegan cork. I have no idea why cork would be vegan. Does it eat anything at all? But that’s what the description said when I ordered it. “Vegan” cork Bow Tie and I were feeling kinda artsy-fartsy this morning, so we dug through our ‘links and found this set of Cufflinks o’ the Day, designed with a selected section of a Juan Miro painting. Looking at them is exactly the same as visiting an art museum. Sorta. Well… Not. 🎨 🤡
Bow Tie o’ the Day is hangin’ loose. We’re tired from chillin’ with Mom. Mom is still her lovely self, but she’s kinda high maintenance at 87. I didn’t sleep well there, cuz I was always checking to see if she was still breathing. I didn’t eat much, cuz Mom just kinda snacks throughout the day, instead of eating meals. I slept well here last night, but now I’m hungry, so I’m deciding whether to go with Shirt’s suggestion of fish tacos, or ‘Link’s suggestion of macaroni and cheese. 🤔
With Bow Tie o’ the Day, we’re packing up Deja Vous (the Rendezvous), for our trek to hang with Big Helen. Hence, Cufflinks o’ the Day’s Buick-ness. Even Skitter is packed and ready. She understands the question, “Are you ready to go see Grandma?”, so I can’t say it until we are getting in the car to go. She nearly explodes with excitement when she hears it. And yes, we are still on the look-out for a companion for Skitter. I’m thinking of getting her a ferret.
I don’t have time to write this post, but I am. I’m headed to Provo to church, where my nephew, Travis, is a bishop. That boy makes me proud. I brought out peacock feathers Bow Tie o’ the Day again for the occasion. And Cufflinks o’ the Day are my homage to those Mormon glass grape clusters that were atop every Mormon tv in the 70’s. Those things hurt when “somebody” pulled one off the cluster and threw it in the air, then failed to catch it. 🤓
Bow Tie o’ the Day and Shirt o’ the Day exploded into eye-warping clash, and glasses Cufflinks o’ the Day helped me take in the smash-up. My sorta psychedelic style makes it easier for Suzanne to find me in store aisles when I wander away like I’m a toddler. We were shopping at AT HOME, and thirty minutes ago, I snuck out and drove home. When she texts me for my whereabouts in the store, I’ll drive back and sneak inside. She’ll never know I was gone.