No Tie Could Save Me, Back On This Day

No Tie o’ the Day here! But gander at my weird shirt collar! No style o’ tie could’ve salvaged whatever look I was going for with this collar. In a X-mas bin, I found this palm-sized plate ornament Momo made. She crafted one for each grandchild, and glued silver rick-rack to the back, in order to hang it from a bough. “Sissy”, her nickname for me, is still penciled on the back of the plate. 🎄 💝 Sing with me: “It’s my post, and I’ll cry if I want to.” 😢

I Am Ancient-er Than I Was Yesterday

When every dog blanket is is being washed, our mutts like a warm t-shirt. Bow Tie o’ the Day leads this Race For The Cure t-shirt coziness.  The shirt proves I ran in this race in 1996, when I lived near Washington D.C.. Wow! It’s been 21 years since then. Heck, now I can’t even run to the bathroom when my bladder’s calling. Obviously, I ran the race before my pancreas caught fire and became the size of Rhode Island. That’s small for a state, but enormous for a pancreas. 👟 🚽