Suzanne’s Carpet Scrubber Is Sore

Tie o’ the Day #2 comes from Stacy Adams. My “blouse” is a Gap, classic fit. No pocket on the shirt, unfortunately. A pocket square matching the bow tie would be a fab look to walk around in.

Just pretend the polka dots on Tie o’ the Day #2 are Easter eggs if this colorful garb isn’t pastel-y  and, therefore, Easter-y enough for you.

Suzanne brought the high-fallutin’ carpet scrubber down to The Beach House for the week, to scrub the couch and chairs we are selling.  When Suzanne’s sewing machine hasn’t been creating noise pollution in the living room during the past few days, her carpet shampooer has been. The dogs are sore afraid of all the racket, but are pleased with having a clean couch to cover in their fur again.

When we live only in C-ville, the mutts will miss being able to romp and run, unleashed, in the outside wilds of Deltabama. They have such freedom to safely dog around here. I hope they will remember their D-ville life fondly, while embracing the finer aspects of citified living. Perhaps I can teach them how to sneak into concerts and museums so they can be edified by the arts.

Mercedes Says NO To Oranges, Browns, And Other 70’s Colors

Skitter had already slipped into this orange and brownish Tie o’ the Day #1 (a VAN HEUSEN), when we read Mercedes’ comment about her not being all hepped up about 70’s colors. Hey, Mercedes, remember Mom’s orange carpet in the living room? And how the entire wall going into the bathroom was carpeted in the stuff? But we all survived it, not much worse for the experience. I guess.

Some mutts like to curl up inside blankets to nap. Skitter prefers to stretch out in a tie to do her daily dozing. But I did a bad tie thing yesterday. I will be paying for it for the near future. I made the mistake of going uptown to do some errands, but I had forgotten to wear a tie. Let’s just say that I was hardly recognizable at Verizon and Quality Market. I was read the riot act at both locations. Of course, I immediately blamed it on Skitter’s and Roxy’s thieving ways. I said they must have pick-tied me on my way out of the house.