Bow Ties Will Be Bow Ties

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in what I’m doing that I forget my bow ties have minds of their own– even on Dauphin Island. They are not living, breathing beings, but they are alive in their own way. At least, mine are alive somehow. In fact, they are downright scamptastic!

Suzanne and I were hanging around on the beach, doing our own thing. I looked away from my back-up Bow Ties o’ the Day for only the tiniest of moments, and when I looked back, they were gone. When I finally found them, I was both livid and relieved at the same time. It seems they had gotten it into their bow heads to stake out a section of beach for themselves. As you can see in these photos, they were doing typical beach things: sunbathing and getting buried in the sand.

I couldn’t be angry with them, but I did give them a rousing come-to-Jesus talk, during which I gave them the parent line about how they need to tell me where they’re going and when they’ll be back, or they’ll be grounded until they’re in a retirement home. Running off unannounced is not acceptable behavior, even for bow ties. My bow ties don’t have cell phones, so I have no way to contact them when they scurry off. I can’t afford that many phone lines.

I’m Not The Only Bow Tie Aficionado

At the beach, while Suzanne was tracking down seashells, I ran across a number of Bow Ties o’ the Day. I don’t know if the  ocean critters knew I was going to be spending the day there, or not. I’d like to think they’re regular wearers o’ bow ties. Of course, both the manta ray and the jellyfish were dead. Perhaps these were their burial clothes. Bow Tie o’ the Day I was wearing saluted them, in honor of the noble sea creatures’ bow tie missionary work. I took the whole thing as a sign that I’m living right. The bow tie way o’ life is the right path for me, no matter where I go. 🏖