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!
Update from Tie o’ the Day: We snagged our 2019 P!NK tickets, so we’re already busy for the evening of next April 3. Also, my ride-along with the Davis County Sheriff’s Office was re-scheduled to next week. Apparently, there was a little snafu with my pre-ride background check. The DCSO nabbed me making a bigly oops over a decade ago, and they wanted to make sure I bear them no grudges. Nope. Ultimately, I’ve checked out to be a reformed and law-abiding citizen. 🍺 🚗 🚓 🚫 I wised up. #serenitycouragewisdom
Bow Tie o’ the Concert wants you to know that those empty seats in the background were filled by showtime. P!NK tickets for next April go on sale tomorrow. I will purchase two tonight at 12:01 AM. That’s how much the concert enthralled us. P!NK is a remarkable entertainer. I’m sure I said “WOW” 78 times. At least. I’ve seen dozens of concerts, but I’ve never experienced a show as wild. Watching P!NK was like watching a kid play hard with abandon, in absolute exuberant joy. She’s for real!
Bow Tie and I just got an email, informing us tonight’s P!NK concert start-time has changed from 7:30 to 8:30 PM. I’m not angry. Dinner reservations can be changed. But… I’m old, and late nights don’t agree with my body anymore. I call the effect “sleep reflux.” The later show time won’t dampen the over-the-top enjoyment I anticipate, but I’ll pay for it when I struggle to get my– excuse my language– ass out of bed tomorrow. And I’ll probably have sleep boogers in my tired eyes for 72 hours. 🎫 🎟 🎹 🥁 🎸 😴
Bow Ties o’ the Day surprised me this morning. After I woke up and strolled downstairs, this scene greeted me. Tonight is the P!NK concert, and Bow Ties are each clamoring for me to choose to wear “Me, me, me!” Not one is going to go with us. To wear pink to a P!NK show is too obvious and cutesy. Poor things. Even Skitter’s wearing her pink halter, cuz she wants to go. Does my pink sock monkey blanket really think it has a chance to go? 🎼 🎤
Here’s Bow Tie o’ the Truck. When the knob on Hombre’s window-roller-downer broke off, Bow Tie replaced it. When you have a 20-year-old truck, you don’t replace things that break. You improvise. First, it’s difficult to still find parts for your beat-up pal. Second, you don’t wanna put money into a vehicle that could easily pass away in its sleep any night. Please note the filth on my armrest. You do not gussy-up your rickety ride. Dirt and grease add character to a Methuselah truck. 🤠
For Bow Ties o’ the Day, this is as close as they get to a ferris wheel AND/OR merry-go-round. This combo provides a gut-tumbling adventure for them. Remember decking out your bike spokes like this with playing cards? That trick created a flippin’ buzzing sound that remarkably sounded like a deck of cards being shuffled. The only drawback to doing that? Well, for me, I’d sit down in my bedroom to play solitaire, only to find that my card deck was missing a few crucial cards. 🎟 🚴♀️
Suzanne wanted to take me and Skitter for a walk, after our horse placed 2nd in the Derby. She put our Bow Tie o’ the Day dog collars on us, and clicked on our John Deere leashes. Enough? No. She made Skitter and me wear our out-and-about hats on our walking trek. Who am I kidding? She doesn’t have to twist our paws to dress us up fancy to amuse the other neighborhood walkers. Secretly, I think Suzanne would sometimes rather walk alone, in anonymity. Fat chance! 🎩
Bow Tie/Tie o’ the Day are ready for the Kentucky Derby. I choose the horse I’m gonna root for based on the horse’s name. This year, there aren’t what I consider to be interesting names, so I’m going with Good Magic. I was in Kentucky once, for a linguistics conference. Lexington, not Derby territory. But blue-grassed horse farms were everywhere. I’ve never consumed a mint julep: the Derby drink. I wish I had. I’ve also never worn an amazingly elaborate hat like women wear to the Derby. Unbelievable. 🐴 🥃 👒
Bow Tie o’ the Day is one of the few one-color bow ties in my collection. I’m not into solid colors. They tend to not clash. But this bow tie is otherwise interesting. It’s velvet butterfly-style, which qualifies it as collection-worthy. I’m not sure why I have to clash to be myself, but I do. 🤡 And here’s a pocket watch I promised to show Becky Freeman. It plays the Winnie-the-Pooh theme song. Last year, I accidentally set it off in Sacrament Meeting. The kids loved it. 😇