See my tuckered out Bow Tie/Ties o’ the Day. We had a tossy-turny night, so we’re kidnapping mid-morning zzzzzz. Another tie running loose around the house must have snapped this photo. When I sleep, I dream about all the Ties o’ the Day. And I also wonder what they’re up to when I’m out of the house. Ties are like teenagers: they never tell you the truth, and they always have that guilty look. Especially when they do a chore without being nagged. 😴 🤷🏻♀️ 🤷♂️