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The Art You Don’t Own Can Hurt You

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. 🤷🏻‍♀️ 💞

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More Pontificating About Love

If I were a tie, I would consider being this Tie o’ the Day. The colors work with, and in contrast to, each other beautifully. Tie’s hearts look they could be falling heart-fetti– having been tossed into the air to rain down upon us all. It is within our power to cover our families and communities with blizzards of love, compassion, and even actual organ donation hearts. Love is not just a feeling. The word LOVE is also a verb. It is action. Act your love.

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The Artsy, Smoochy Adventures Of Ties

Tie o’ the Day kissed-up to me to go along with us to The Museum of Monterey, to see its permanent Salvador Dali collection of funky art. Lo and behold! Tie and I found red lip couches there, just waiting for us to sit our butts on when we needed a break from swell art. And we really did need to take a rest after we ventured into a museum room full of Dali’s naughty-er art. It was lucky I wasn’t wearing an eyed-up tie. 👁 💋

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Well, We Got To Monterey. Now What?

Tie o’ the Day is in search of a lighthouse to compare itself to. We can oblige that mission. After our naps, of course. Best part of our air travel was the 15-minute flight after our 3-hour layover in San Francisco. Sadly, the flight was too short for the drink carts to glide up and down the aisle. That ain’t right! I paid for a plane ticket, so the least they could do is hand me a cold one when I walked off the bird. 🛬

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Tie Performs A Double Theme Duty

Tie o’ the Day presents Valentine-y pink, with a Fish Friday school o’ fish. When I was a wee sprite, Dad drove me and Poppo to camp at a lake. We fished, and they cleaned my catch, cuz I wouldn’t touch fish innards. We made a bigly fish haul. Dad cooked a campfire dinner, and we sacked out in the camper. When I left the camper to pee early the next morning, we were already parked on our front lawn. Dad hated being away from his mattress. 🎣 🛌

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It’s Not Quite Disneyworld, But Bow Ties Don’t Mind

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.

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Tie And Skitter Ride In The Truck Bed

Tie o’ the Day felt my “meh” today, so I wasn’t alone. I’ve got a sure-fire shake-up-the-funk thing I do to get me out of my blah. I drive my rode-hard ’98 Hombre west to find a washboard road. I crank up the music and barely creep along. Love me my truck. I hope I die before it dies. Shout out to Sahara Motors. Russ sold Hombre to me on a handshake in 2001, even though I was broke. Integrity pays. ‘Links tell me Hombre needs bikini-clad-women mudflaps.

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The Ties And I Have An Office Products Fetish

Suzanne wanted chicken chowder crock potted. I threw in the ingredients and started it cooking, and double-checked the recipe. Everything was in the pot, including the half-and-half the recipe said not to add until the chowder is done. We might be eating chicken clabber instead of chicken chowder for dinner. I figured I should get some chore done right today, so I threw on Tie o’ the Day and have been organizing books and culling files. I ran out of paperclips and considered using my ‘Links. 🍲

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Yay, Eagles! Next Year Belongs To The Seahawks!

Tie o’ the Day both clashes and matches Shirt o’ the Day. ‘Links are keeping us on the V-Day trail. Here’s a secret Suzanne will disown me for telling: One year, she forgot Valentine’s Day. And then the next month, she forgot my birthday. She wishes I’d forget those things happened. Suzanne is normally thoughtful, but she had been extremely busy at work. But still,….. She felt guilty down to the toes of her soul. So she bought me a car. Guilt is good! 😏 🚗

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I’ll Have Ron Give Her A Healing Tie

Tie o’ the Day and I know the only reason some of you read these posts is for updates about Mom. That’s a dandy reason. Mom’s uniform is here to update you. (She keeps keeps a nightgown at all her children’s houses, in case there’s a sleepover in the works.) After Mom spent last Monday at ER in Ogden with a horrible cough, she’s now in the hospital in St. George, where she says SH*T sometimes after she coughs. She shouldn’t say that in Marie’s presence. 🤒 😱