Month: October 2017

Dad’s parents, Momo and Popo, had these plates— with their nicknames written at the bottom of each one— hanging in their kitchen when I was a kid. On the back of one plate, it says Mom’s late sister, Shirley, made them in 1961. Mom must have commissioned Aunt Shirley to craft the plates, and then given them to Momo and Popo as a gift. Momo is wearing Bow Tie o’ the Day, while Popo is sporting Tie o’ the Day. Clearly, even the crafted tie doesn’t fall far from the tree. 👔 🌳 🍎

I declare that dog collars qualify as Ties o’ the Day, but I  didn’t create this pic. What kind of loony person photographs canines wearing balloon boobs, to post on social media? And then I wonder who has the time to create and post inane stuff like this anyway. Don’t these people have jobs? And then I also remember: I do the same damn thing, twice a day usually. I am one of THEM.  It’s inexplicable, but at least I gussy up in a tie to do it. 💻 🖥 ⌨️

This ain’t a comb-over. It’s a comb-up-front—constructed by Tie o’ the Day, who’s planning to attend Barber College. (Do they have those anymore?) A photo of this hairdo must be included in Tie’s college application portfolio. The admissions committee will not have seen a ‘do as breathtaking as this beautastic incredible-isciousness ever before. Really, though, I think it’s how I wear the hair design that gives it its homey charm. 💇‍♂️ 🎓 And my duds provide a clash o’ fashion which adds mightily to the hairdo doin’ what hairdo’s do.

Bow Tie o’ the Day is helping me finally tell you about my Spock ear, which often appears here. I was born with it, two years before Spock was created. I WIN! I’m proud of my point, and I’ve forever wanted to pierce or tattoo it. Or both. In 32 years, I’ve never yet convinced Suzanne to let me do it. Clearly, it’s not a deal-breaker with us, but I won’t stop pestering her about it. I’m hopeful that someday she’ll say JUST DO IT!, if only to shut me up. 👂🏻

Tie o’ the Day is watching the leaves’ brilliant colors go dull. The leaves lazily float down from the trees, so we’re paying homage to them with a fall-colored tie. And then Tie convinced me to change my hairdo to a comb-over for the day. I have to admit mine is not as hilarious as those three-hair comb-overs you see on desperate guys who just won’t give in to their baldness. Hey, guys, roll with it. Shave it and get a nifty tattoo on your noggin. 🤦‍♂️ 🎩

Tie o’ the Day hails from our recent Lake Tahoe adventure, courtesy of Suzanne’s marv-abulous fashion eye. She’s wise enough to not buy me a tie if I’m not there to give the go-ahead, cuz she can’t keep track of what ties already live with us. This one, I didn’t have. I let her pick out a new shirt for me to wear with it, all by herself. She chose well, though her taste is match-ier than mine. No one even recognizes me when my attire matches. 👔 🕶 👖 💝

Our half-pink Bow Tie o’ the Day is proud to be seen with my SAVE THE HOOTERS t-shirt. Yes, we’re reminding you ladies once again to do those breast exams. Heck, go get a mammogram. We know some of you haven’t had one for way too long. All the ties don’t mean this in a weird way, but….they love your breasticles, and they want them to be healthy. Obey the Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day! 😊

Don’t shoot! I’m wearin’ my hunter orange cuz I live kinda close to the mountains, and ’tis huntin’ season. The ties tend to get scared when they hear gunshots, and this Tie o’ the Day wants to personally beg the deer hunters not to slay all the Bambi’s. Leave a few for Christmas. Our Utah deer aren’t reindeer, but they’re in the Reindeer Reserves—in case Santa needs ’em to fill in. FYI! I have so many Christmas ties that I’ll start wearing them Nov. 1. Be ready!

When we walked in the door last night at the end of our Lake Tahoe expedition, including that 6-hour layover at the Reno airport, it was late. The mutts were up and ecstatic to see us, but the ties were asleep. Since the minute I woke up this morning, the Ties o’ the Day have trailed after me. They’ve also clamored for me to hold them constantly. Trust me, it’s simply easier to just let ’em crawl all over me and sit on my lap. And I like it. 🙃

I’m having an on-the-floor, kicking, screaming tantrum of immense and humorous proportions in the Reno airport. A bird hit and damaged the nose cone of the airplane supposed to fly us home, so we’re looking at a four-hour delay at least. But that’s only part of the cause of my melt-down. The tie in this photo is one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. But I could not justify spending the fortune it would have cost to buy it. Tahoe prices. And now I regret not buying it anyway. 😡