Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Cufflinks o’ the Day are whistling away at the pin-up girls gracing Shirt. Bow Tie o’ the Day is leather. It can’t create clash fashion, but ain’t it snazzy? The smallest things make me happy. I’ve been open about my bipolarity in these posts, so I can’t deny that TIE O’ THE DAY is sometimes the only reason I can crawl out of bed. I have no clue how my offbeat mind came up with the idea. But it works for me. It gives me purpose. 😉
Tie o’ the Day’s snazzy clash with Shirt is serendipitous, cuz I didn’t purposely match colors. I grabbed the first tie and the first shirt I touched in the closet. Cufflinks were definitely a conscious choice. In Baltimore, I often talked with law-breaking students about making better choices. I’d tell them, “If you don’t start making positive choices, when we see each other in the future, it’ll be at The Windows of Life. And you’re gonna be asking me, ‘Do you want fries with that’?” 🍔 🍟 Education matters. 🎓
Tie o’ the Day clashes properly with Shirt, but I should’ve worn a bow tie. I’ve been climbing ladders to replace dead lightbulbs, and ties kinda get in the way. Cufflinks o’ the Day met their bigger, brighter counterparts. For them, seeing real lightbulbs must have seemed like seeing The Jolly Light Giant. I don’t change bulbs if Suzanne’s around. We have high ceilings, and she frets my tremors will toss me off the ladder. If I ever have to call her from the ER, I’m toast. 💡 🏥
Tie o’ the Day’s winged, masked, arrowed-up Cupid’s got me contemplating the risks involved in loving someone. The stakes are bigly in the love game: your time (sometimes whole decades), your energy, your heart, your vulnerability, etc. You can lose a relationship because you neglected to take care of it. You can lose it to death, or something else beyond your control. I think the opposite of FAITH is not DOUBT: it’s FEAR. And FEAR is DEFEAT. LIVING means to have enough faith to risk loving. 🌹 🍫 💌 🍓
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.
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. 🎣 🛌
This face o’ mine just woke up, and we can all see it. Tie o’ the Day reminds us to make bigly plans for Valentine’s Day ASAP. The countdown is on! Cufflinks o’ the Day are expressing the fact that I miss pro and college football already. May the Utes prevail this year, as opposed to sucking last year. If BYU wins too, I’ll be okay with that. I seriously have to pack for our Monterey adventure today. And yes, I’ve chosen the ties for the trip. ✈
Tie o’ the Day has a couple of munchkin tie friends: Cufflinks o’ the Day. Three ties are absotively better than one, or even two. Wearing more than one tie at a time is like underlining AND italicizing the fact that you are a true tie aficionado. It’s clear what I’m into. If only I could somehow wear pages of poetry to show my adoration for magically written words. All my tattoos (except for my bee tat) are words, so I guess that sorta counts. 📃
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.
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. 🦌 👔 🎄