Category: Ties

My ties and I are now working our way down a list of actual human beings who have asked to guest star on Tie O’ The Day. In fact, even inanimate critters and objects are clamoring to be guest stars. Stay tuned for upcoming guest cast members. Meanwhile, check out this goat who just had to become a famous star by wearing Tie o’ the Day, and appearing on the tblog.

After my talented hairdresser, Madame Sandy, gave up the hairs-cutting biz, Bow Tie o’ the Day and I embarked on a search for a new stylist in Centerville. Miss Tiffany is willing to take on the task of putting up with my hair whims. What Bow Tie and I most love about this hairstyle is that it is so simple to part. We just lean left, and VOILA! My hairs are immediately parted perfectly. No comb needed. ✂️ 💈

On our nightly walk, Bow Tie o’ the Day insisted that we sing Primary songs THE WHOLE BIGLY WALK! Based on this photo, guess which song we were prodded to sing, over and over, after walking past this tree. Bow Tie is a clever little devil. 😈 Everybody sing with us: “I looked out the window, and what did I see? Bow Ties bow-ing on the apricot tree!” 🌳

Last week I posted a pic of Bow Tie o’ the Day being entranced by a snail on the sidewalk. I didn’t tell Bow Tie that the shelled critter was dead. Anyhoo… On our walk last evening, this Bow Tie o’ the Day chanced upon a living and animated snail. I’ve decided to believe it is the same snail, resurrected and joyous in its second chance at life. 🐌

This photo o’ me and Bow Tie o’ the Day is a throwback from yesterday’s chauffeur-ing costume and designated driver duties. This pic is swell, cuz it makes me look like a bobblehead. Look at my bigly-looking noggin! It appears photoshopped onto my body. Perhaps being a bobblehead could be a career for me. If you run into me, I’ll be sure to make my head bob, bob, bob along just for you. 🤡

Bow Tie o’ the Day #1 and I chauffeured Suzanne and the other babes in her Champagne Garden Club to a wine-tasting at The Hive Winery, in Layton. Bow Tie and I were responsible for creating a snazzy chauffeur outfit, driving, opening and closing doors, and listening to the tipsy women all talk loudly at once. These broads do some good gardening on occasion. But they are, without a doubt, supreme mistresses of the clinkin’ and tippin’ o’ the wine and champagne glasses. 🍷🥂

Our evening Bow Tie o’ the Day had a slip-and-fall moment on our walk. This photo is more evidence that head wounds gush buckets o’ blood. Once upon a time, on a morning in 1969, when I went to Head Start for preschool out at the old Hinckley school, Tom Ashby and I zipped off the cheese bus and up the school’s front steps. Suddenly, I tripped. THUD and KABLOOEY! My noggin loudly hit a step, and—upon seeing the lake of my blood—Tom screamed to the bus driver, “Call the ambulance! Eileen cracked her brain open!” 🤕 But I was either fine, or the skull-on-the-sidewalk event explains my Tie O’ The Day Brain. Note: Tom always made us fantastilicious peanut butter and jelly sammiches. 🍞🥜

When you are BBQ-ing, it’s heaven to have a cold bottle of beer in your hand. 🔥🍺 I miss beer most when I’m cooking steaks on the barbie. Anyhoo…Bow Tie o’ the Day is so immature! I couldn’t find my BBQ rib rub until I heard Bow Tie guiltily giggling at the name, Rub Some Butt seasoning. What’s next? Fart jokes? IMMATURE BOW TIE!

This Bow Tie o’ the Day is the only one I own that is not pre-tied. As such, it has badgered me into finally confessing to all of you Tbloglodytes that I have not yet mastered the art of tying a bow tie. This photo provides evidence of how much bow-tying practice I still have ahead of me. I’m workin’ on it, folks. I’ll update you on my progress. 🛠

Bow Tie o’ the Day is my drinkin’ buddy. Trust me: That really is a can of Diet Coke, in the swankiest drink koozie on the planet. When I drink while wearing this koozie on my hand, I feel so Incredible Hulk-y. My Hulk hand is red, instead of green, cuz I’m a Delta Rabbit. 🐇🐰 Bow Tie is too, of course.