Category: Skitter

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Skitter Didn’t Last At The Vet’s Even Until Noon

Tie o’ the Day— our second holiday necktie of 2019— had to be covered in Christmas kitties, to match this morning’s Christmas mutts tie. I’ll have an announcement tomorrow about my wearin’ o’ the Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa neckwear. The vote between “to wear ’em all” or “not to wear ’em all” was surprisingly close. Stay tuned.

In this morning’s post, I told you Skitter was having her teeth cleaned at the vet’s at 7:30 AM. I further told you that the skittish Skitter can’t handle being at the vet’s unless she’s under anesthesia, or is otherwise unconscious. She shakes so ferociously the animal hospital nearly crumbles.

I also told you that the vet techs always say I can’t pick up The Skit until 3PM, cuz they wanna watch her recover for a few hours from whatever procedure she’s just had. But they always end up calling me to pick her up much earlier— because they cannot stand to see Skitter shiver in fear for that long. I told y’all I figured I would get a call from the vet to come retrieve her around noon. Guess what time I got the frantic call this morning? It’s a new scared-Skitter-at-the-vet record: 10:46 AM. I had Skitter home and being blatantly miffed at me by 11.

Skitter’s still not quite herself, and I imagine it will take until at least tomorrow before she forgives me for taking her to get her teeth cleaned (and one hideous fang pulled). She’s being kinda whimpery. But it’s really her own fault. If she’d brush her teeth and floss regularly, I wouldn’t have to make major doggie dental appointments for her a couple of times a year.

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Today Is Yet Another Vet Day

The year’s first official Holiday Tie o’ the Day was easy for me to choose this morning, cuz I had to deliver Skitter to the vet for her scary teeth-cleaning appointment at 7:30 AM. When I dragged her into the vet office, the vet tech said I will be able to pick Skitter up at 3 PM. It was a new vet tech, who doesn’t know what I know has happened after Skitter’s past fang cleanings. The moment Skitter rouses from her dental procedure sleep, her trembling begins. Her shaking grows and grows and grows, until the vet office begins to vibrate. And although the vet tech told me to pick her up at 3, I can guarantee that around about noon, the same vet tech will give me a call to come and get Skitter ASAP. In a panicky voice, the vet tech will tell me the vet thinks Skitter will be better off recovering at home. Duh!

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Another “T-you” To Vets, From The Neckwear

I’ve been working around the house all afternoon, alone and in my pajamas. But that doesn’t mean I can’t wear a flag-ish Bow Tie o’ the Day with a matching puff-style, flag-ish pocket square in my pajama top’s breast pocket while I work. Observing Veterans’ Day for the entire day is a good lesson in patriotism for Skitter to see, even if I’m just in the confines of our own home. I’m determined to raise Skitter right.

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And Then There Are The Holiday Bow Ties

Skitter wants you to know that these three boxes of ho-ho-ho Bow Ties o’ the Day hold greater numbers than it may appear. Each box is packed at least four bow ties deep. The love-seat provides just enough room for them and Skitter to sit and watch television. They are all sometimes champion couch potatoes. I’ll just stand here in front of the love-seat for a while, gazing down adoringly into the many eyes of my Skitter and my festive bow ties.

I live such a weird, blessed life.

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If You’ve Seen One Christmas Tie, You Haven’t Seen Them All

Holiday Ties o’ the Day reveal they are ready and willing to serve for the duration of this Christmas/ Hanukkah/Kwanzaa season. Skitter tells me she’s counted more than 215 neckties here, but she reminded me I bought a few more specimens during some after-Christmas sales last year— which are currently unaccounted for. They’re hiding somewhere in the Tie Room, and I will certainly find them. We probably need to start another holiday necktie storage bin ASAP, as well. I’m off to air out the ho-ho-ho bow ties now.

I’m still receiving votes about whether y’all want me to wear/display ALL of my holiday neckwear during the season, or would you rather I select just one or two pieces per day to wear. Vote on. You Facebook readers aren’t voting a lot in the comments, but I have received quite a few IM’s from you. Readers on the website are chiming in, as usual. So far— if the vote holds its current course— I’ll be wearing each and every piece o’ Christmas neckwear in my collection once again this year. It makes my neck and shoulders hurt, just thinking about the tie weight I’ll be carrying.

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Monotonous Skitter

Skitter was chilly this Halloween morn, so she chose to wear her red plaid Bow Tie o’ the Day. I told her she could choose her own Halloween costume, and she said she wanted to be an order of McDonald’s french fries again this year. What Skitter apparently doesn’t want to be is awake.

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2 More Pix Of Our Visit With Mom

My Tie o’ the Day for our visit with Mom last Friday was full of a spooky bunch of ghosts and pumpkins. Please gloss right over the dopey look on my face, and turn your attention to Mom and Skitter looking adoringly into each other’s eyes.

In the second pic, Skitter is apparently being a model while I’m taking a photo of the two Halloween pillows Suzanne made for Mom. Skitter is a photobomber.

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Because Mom’s There

Last week, Suzanne finished a bigly project, which has kept her at her office for basically three months straight. I kid you not. The project was a tremendous success. I wish I had permission to write about it, but I don’t. Trust me, though: you should be as amazed as I am that Suzanne does brilliant work for the benefit of public school students, educators, and education employees.

Anyhoo… Suzanne took a day off Friday, before our vacay to New Mexico– which is where we are right now. We just had to use the day to go visit the Big Helen. Yes, at 89, Mom is The Incredible Shrinking Woman, but she’s still the bigliest shrinking person I know. That woman can fill up a room by just walking in. I always describe Mom as the coolest old broad I know, and this photo proves it yet again. The candy corn Bow Tie o’ the Day Mom’s holding up to her neck is just the cherry on top of her coolness sundae.

This snappy snapshot also gave me an idea. Since Halloween Candy Corn Bow Tie seems to be quite popular with TIE O’ THE DAY readers, I think we should play a game with it. I’m proposing a sort of “Elf On A Shelf” series of adventures for Candy Corn Bow Tie. Every day, from now until Halloween’s over, you’re going to see at least one photo of what I’ll simply call Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf. I, myself, am interested to discover what Candy Corn Bow Tie will see and do. I have a feeling its capers will show it to be pretty cool.

But no matter what, Bow Tie can’t possibly be as cool as Mom. Compared to Mom, the rest of us are barely room temperature. I know I’m prejudiced in her favor, but that doesn’t mean I’m not right.

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A Doc Appointment In SLC

I stole my Wrangler pink ribbon hat back from Skitter this afternoon when I had to zip into SLC for a quick appointment with my pain doc, Dr. Bow. (Her real name has “bo” in it.) She did not recognize me when she came into the exam room, because she had never before seen me in a Tie o’ the Day. Apparently, I’ve only ever worn bow ties to my appointments with her. She said she liked my Tie o’ the Day as a snappy, purple reminder to everyone to steer clear of domestic violence this month and every month. She also told me that I act more like a bow tie gal than a necktie gal. I told her I completely agree, but there’s no way in heck I’m ditchin’ my beautificent necktie pals. They are a part of me too.

Y’all might be wondering why this tblog is called TIE O’ THE DAY, instead of BOW TIE O’ THE DAY, since I wear more bow ties than any other kind of neckwear. Well, a couple of years ago when I finally persuaded Suzanne to build me a website, I was actually wearing neckties seven days a week, plus wearing a bow tie to church. Hence, I created and purchased the domain name tie-o-the-day. I’m not getting a new one. No new domain name for me. “Tie” is a general term that can cover all types of ties, so it’s still accurate, no matter what kind of neckwear I’m sporting.

Anyhoo… This afternoon, I had a hallelujah time at my pain appointment. And what makes a pain appointment fantastic? I asked my doc to reduce my pain meds by half, and Dr. Bow gave it the thumbs-up. It’s all thanks to the heavy duty pancreas surgery I had a year ago. It has also helped that I have spent the last year doing relatively nothing strenuous as I’ve recovered from my little operation. I’ve overly babied myself, and I have moved super-gingerly since surgery. My Hanky Panky hurt 24/7 for almost two decades. I’ve only got 1/3 of it left now, and that remaining 1/3 is mostly healthy. It emits much less pain, yet functions better than my whole Hanky Panky did. I’m feeling pretty good these days, physically. Knock on wood. Maybe my next Dr. Bow pain appointment will be the last. A girl can dream.

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Skitter Hates Breast Cancer, Too

Skitter dresses up in my stuff all the time. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and I’ve noticed she’s turning up in a lot of pink lately. In this photo, she’s wearing a fabulous pink Tie o’ the Day, and she’s made a tiara out of my SAVE THE TA-TA’S awareness bracelet. Even the sleeping Skitter dreams of a cure for breast cancer. She’s a very compassionate dog.