Housework And Waiting Aren’t Torture, But They Can Make You Scream

Bow Tie o’ the Day is the only thing keeping me from having a titanic tantrum in front of Skitter. If I threw one, Skitter would shake for time and all eternity. But I feel like I’m caged in a zoo, because I can’t leave the house. I’m doing housework, but mostly, I’m waiting for delivery of our HAMILTON tickets, which I’m required to sign for. I checked the tracking number, and it says they’ll be here sometime before 8PM. Gee, thanks for the bigly specific time! ✒ ✉ 🎟 🎤

Bow Ties Are Born From Anything You Can Think Of

Bow Tie o’ the Day is upcycled from a bike inner tube, complete with air stem and puncture patch. Once, when I was a kid, my bell bottom pant leg got stuck in my bike chain. I couldn’t yank it out. I pondered about what to do. I decided to hustle home in my underwear. I guess a few townsfolk saw me running, and by the time I got home, two people had already called Mom to ask why I was running through town near-nekkid. 🚴‍♀️ 👖 #smalltownlife