Scribble, Scribble, Scribble

Bow Ties o’ the Day decorate this book which was crafted just for me, for my  birthday. One of Suzanne’s Champagne Garden Club Gals, Jenny Williams, created this dandy piece of coolness for me to fill with drafts of my writing that might one day grow up into real poetry. Most good writing really does begin as bad, clunky, dead-end gibberish. This is a blank book for my nonsensical lines o’ blah, blah, blah. 🤓 Mom’s a blob in the background of this photo. She’s wrangling Skitter. 🤠

No One Will Recognize Me Without My Big Cup

Bow Ties o’ the Day are giving a dark, 21-bow tie salute to my 100 ounce, tie-decorated mini keg. It’s headed to the recycling can, and it’s breaking my heart. Also, its demise has got all the neckwear discombobulated. My poor container for Diet Coke has a cracked straw, a cracked lid, and cracked innards. No catastrophe destroyed it. My mini keg– my constant companion, my sippy cup– simply wore out. I hate when that happens. I gotta search for a new tie-d barrel. AND MOM’S HERE!