Don’t Spill On This Tie

This Tie o’ the Day is a keeper, no matter what. If Suzanne ever orders me to get rid of all but 10 ties, this would be one of the lucky 10 I would never let go. It’s a treat for the eyes, and it has a gleeful vibe to it. I feel like skipping when I wear it, and there aren’t a whole lot of things that inspire skipping in me anymore—which is probably a good thing because people who don’t already know me seem to be a tad bit disturbed about a 56-year-old woman skipping down the sidewalk in a stunning Tie o’ the Day. On the other hand, my friends and neighbors wave at me exuberantly—egging me on in my skippy neckwear antics. Ah, my people!

Paisley Boo

There’s nothing better than a paisley Tie o’ the Day, unless you can find one with a skull-and-crossbones inside each paisle. I’m on my way to the grocery store this morning, with my shopping list which once again says I need to get Halloween candy. I’m not ashamed to say that this happens to me every October. It doesn’t matter how often I go grocery shopping in October, my shopping list always says, “Halloween candy.” I’m always buying it, and I’m always out of it long before the holiday comes around. I just sample a couple of pieces of whatever treats I hide in the pantry, and suddenly, it’s all gone. At some point in each Halloween season, I break down and buy the “bad” candy that even the kids sneer at: the fake Smarties, the no-name chocolate coins. But I end up sampling those specimens, only to find I have the uncanny ability to acquire a taste for the cheap stuff.