Month: November 2017

Bow Tie o’ the Day presents penguins galore. A day without a penguin, is a day without a penguin. Suzanne said I can give away this jacket, so off I drove in my overflowing truck to D. I. yesterday. Hey, don’t put that on your Saturday to-do list. Get this: 26 cars ahead of me! I’m not the busiest person, but that isn’t how I wanted to spend my Saturday afternoon. I drove home in my still-full-of-donations sleigh, and I ate all the pb cookies. 🍪 🥛

Tie o’ the Day’s got gaudy gold bling goin’ on. Flashy is, as flashy does. When I wrap presents, it looks like I’m the one who wrapped the presents. Not good. Wrapping is just more craftiness for which I have no aptitude. Oh, I still wrap gifts. It’s just best that someone warns you beforehand not to panic when you are presented with a wrapped gift from me. I am a dandy gift-picker-outer, just not a competent packager of the booty I give you. 🎁

Even neckwear forgets stuff. This romantic Tie o’ the Day appropriately accompanied us to Ogden for a wedding reception last night, but the little beast forgot to take a photo of the stupendous occasion for you. This is our “re-enactment,” starring Tie as me; crochet hooks as Suzanne; and the two-peas-in-a-pod salt and pepper shakers as the bride and groom. While you enjoy this layout, we’re going back to bed to sleep off our cheesecake and red velvet cake hangover. 🍰 👰 🤵

As you can see, Tie o’ the Day and I am occasionally adding the flipped-up collar to my clash fashion look. I tried it, and I liked it. So sue me! Anyhoo….Tie illustrates my desire to buy a motorcycle. But Suzanne forbids it, even though I promised to wear my bike helmet when I ride. I’d be a Helen’s Angel. Maybe Mom would join my gang o’ riders. I would let only Helen’s join my club. Wow, I get big ideas! It makes me ME. 🏍 🛵 🚲 🛴

Bow Tie o’ the Day tops off my gussied-up-in-a-suitcoat look, with its BAD SANTA. My handy, candy cane pocket square and my red Solo cup lapel pin properly accessorize. Suzanne has forbidden me to D.I. this jacket. But I’m downsizing, so some clothes must go away ASAP. Don’t get me wrong: the shimmery deep blue color and the silky texture make this jacket a keeper. But I can’t keep ’em all. I’m over my limit. I’m thinking of it as a kind of catch-and-release program. 🐟 🚣‍♀️

I have no idea where Mr. Wood is running, but I’m glad Bow Tie o’ the Day is there to look out for him. Since Mr. Wood lost his head somewhere, Bow Tie is probably being a seeing-eye bow tie. Check out Bow Tie, whose theme is from A CHRISTMAS STORY. Bow Tie’s got its FRAGILE and MAJOR AWARD leg lamp. But where’d I find this piece of wood? In my Delta backyard. You can see why I had to save him. 😏 🏃

Check out Ties o’ the Day, tied to the frame of Mom’s new daybed in St. George. I’m guessing Ron hung Ties where Mom can see them, so she won’t miss me. Perhaps when Big Helen spies a tie, she will chuckle her chuckler and think of our screwball hilarity. When she was with us last week, we laughed loudly and constantly, and I was surprised our neighbors didn’t call the cops to shut down our party. She would’ve ignored the cops anyway. She’s Mom. 🤣 😆

While driving Big Helen to meet Ron on Monday, we were nearly hit on I-15 by an erratic driver. It angered Mom to the point that she wanted to flip him off. She fiddled with her fingers and asked which finger you use to do the proper flipping. She got it right. Don’t rile Mom. You’ll pay! Tie o’ the Day knows we’ve all had at least one dip in our lives who we wanna tell off, even if they’re a gingerbread dude. 👊 🖕🏻

 

I’m wearing a multitude of Bow Ties o’ the Day tonight. And then we’ll be feasting on them. Yes, caring bow ties will even sacrifice themselves for their hungry handlers. It’s the food chain, you know. And I do the cooking. This colorful bow tie pasta will be superb with a bit of white clam sauce. Or puttanesca. Or meatballs. I’m wearing the pasta bow tie o’ bow ties right now, but after I’m done slurping, I’m positive I’ll be wearing the sauce.  🍝

According to our Tie o’ the Day, Santa is headed to play a relaxing round of golf before the holiday season gets too busy for him and his crew. I’ve played a few rounds of golf in my time. Very few. I’ve never achieved a hole-in-one, but I can claim a successful rabbit-in-one. At the Delta golf course, I once teed off and my ball thumped Thumper. Dead. I would have had it mounted for my wall if it had been a jackalope. 🐰 🐇 ⛳️