Category: Ties

There’s chillin’, then there’s chillin’. Tahoe chilled up quickly tonight, so Tie o’ the Day valiantly acted as my scarf as we walked to and from the gym. I took off Tie while I wheezed through my workout on the treadmill, and I joked with Tie that the treadmill’s display panel is a giant’s Fitbit. Tie exuberantly thinks I was serious. But I’m not poppin’ the balloon of Tie’s belief yet. Even the ties are on vacation, and nobody needs to have their joy shattered while vacationing.  🏃‍♀️ 🎈

Bow Tie o’ the Day had to teach me a wonderful rule to which you must adhere when taking a break from your workaday life.  For most of the first full day of your vacation, something like you see in this photo must be your view. When you’re awake, the ceiling is the attraction you should spend your precious time gazing upon. The rest of your valuable hours should be spent tucked in and asleep under it. 😴 🛌

Bow Tie o’ the Day and Suzanne and I jumped on a plane this morning, and we ended up in Lake Tahoe—where we get to chill in a niftastic resort with Suzanne’s parents for the week. Actually, I’m sure the ties and I will annoy her parents with our tie-ly shenanigans. I mean—how many times can they stand for me to ask, “Hey, does this bow tie make my butt look big?”  ✈️ 🏔  ⛵️ 👔

You can see Leona Riding is playing, up in them thar hills. And she and Bow Tie o’ the Day say, “Orange you glad to see us?” 😜

Bow Tie o’ the Day’s colors honor Grant Crane’s military service. My shirt honors him playing with farm cats who were drawn to him. I’m missing his funeral, and missing him already. When I was a kid, he was in my bishopric when they interviewed me about a wrongdoing . After we figured out I was not guilty of the offense, Grant let out a huge sigh of relief. His face said, “Whew!” I don’t know which of us was more relieved that I wasn’t the culprit who did the deed. 👌

We can declare this Tie o’ the Day to be a “tie of all ties.” This tie cost a bit more than I usually allow myself to spend for any of my neck friends. But how could I not own a tie decorated with ties? There was no debate going on in my brain about whether I’d open up my wallet wider than is my custom. Ka-ching!! I do admit I hid the receipt from Suzanne though. You know—I’m not stoopid, and I don’t have a death wish. 🤑 👔 💸 😉

I’ll address my prominent Spock ear in detail later, but for now, Bow Tie o’ the Day complements Mom’s autumn-hued, early-70’s attire. And hey, there’s a wiglet topping off Mom’s hairdo! Ties and I notice we score the most Facebook LIKES, COMMENTS, etc. when Mom guest stars in a post. I read her the names of those who acknowledge her appearances, and she tells me stories about each person/family. To her, you’re each her best friend. My ties and I thank you for adoring her. She’s the Queen. 👑

Tie o’ the Day is flashin’ classy, clash-errific Halloween orange. As for me, I’m testing part of Roxy’s costume. (All dogs look fabu-ful in fedoras.) She and Skitter look forward to Halloween more than Christmas. In fact, around our house, I’m in charge of The Twelve Days O’ Halloween. Ties and I will be posting the goings-on of that dozen-day escapade, just for y’all. Something I wonder: Would it work to carve oranges instead of pumpkins? Or orange peppers? 🍊 🌶 Maybe we’ll try doing that for Homely Family Evening on Monday.

Suzanne’s workday ends at 4:30, and her office is ten minutes from home. Suzanne is NEVER home before 5:30. But I don’t mark her officially TARDY until 7-ish. She loves her work. Same as it ever was. I don’t complain. We live a comfortable life, and that isn’t due to the millions of bucks I earn writing poetry. 📝 Bow Tie O’ The Day guest stars Suzanne, dedicated educator. No matter how high up the education food chain she rises, she’s always jabbering about the responsibility of putting students first. Imagine that! 🖥 🗄 🗂

Our Breast Cancer Awareness Tie o’ the Day clashes with this shirt o’ Halloween colors. Two October anecdotes: #1. Mom hated to wear a bra, so she didn’t at home. Her bra hung on the living room doorknob, and she threw it on when anyone knocked on the door. Off it went again when the guests left. #2. Around Halloween, Dad always asked Mom if she’d sharpened her broom, so she’s always talked about herself as a witch. 👻 So do that breast exam, ladies! And buy those Halloween treats. 👺 🍭