Witty & Wise Ties, Trivia & Lies
Bow Tie o’ the Day be what’s called, appropriately, a floppy bow tie. And check out the steampunk necklace Suzanne gave me. Its gears actually turn. I like to be especially stylin’ when we go out shopping for things we don’t really need. But shopping’s fun. But Suzanne needs to wear fluorescent clothes from now on when we’re out being consumers. Since she lost a ton (really 65 pounds), I lose her in store aisles. I look, but sometimes I’m looking for the old Suzanne. 🛒
Bow Tie o’ the Day saw this baby pic o’ Suzanne, and now the two things are inseparable. They seem to be smitten with each other. I think I’ll let them live together in a shadow box. Maybe I’ll hang the box on a wall in the Tie Room, or maybe in the living room, so the Visiting Teachers can enjoy seeing the couple each month. Suzanne looks so impish in this photo, while Bow Tie looks so prim and proper. Suzanne is neither of those. 😜
Mango Cravat o’ the Day is resplendent. It is, however, difficult for me to sport plain-colored neckwear. Plain doesn’t have the right bang, but I guess it suits something in me sometimes. Whenever I put on a suit jacket, I hark back to THE BIG CHILL, in which Kevin Costner gives the most animated performance of his career. All of his scenes in the movie were cut, except for the scenes of his body being dressed for burial at the very beginning of the movie. 👏🏻
I’d been at Suzanne’s office, watching her eat lunch. (That’s how we have lunch together.) When my old truck deposited me back home, these four packages o’ neckwear were sitting outside our front door. I stand all amazed! Technically, these are Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day o’ the Future. But I can’t control my exuberance, so I’m sharing these with you before I even open them. For now, you’ll have to use your tie-maginations about what treasures might be boxed up herein. Get your peepers ready!
Bow Tie o’ the Day screams out, no matter what shirt I’m wearing. Worn with this shirt, it creates fabutastic clash fashion. To go out erranding while wearing this get-up is to be a beacon: No one can look away. I don’t want to be a beacon of anything, but I do have to be me. And today, this is me. Actually, THIS IS I is the correct grammar. Grammar, shrammar! Y’all understood exactly what I meant. THIS IS I sounds snootynoxious. That ain’t I. Er….ME.
I am on the hunt for this kitty and its combination Bow Tie o’ the Day/mustache. It’s a nice complement to the version o’ bow tie I wore in this morning’s post. Suzanne saw this snazzily-bow-tied critter on twitter, and zipped me the photos. I MUST own this kitty cat! To anyone who knows where Bowstache Kitty currently lives, there is big money in it for you to procure/steal it for me— by any means necessary. Bowstache Kitty was born to live in my space!
Wooden Bow Tie o’ the Day is the perfect mix of bow tie and mustache. Found a dude in Kearns who makes wooden bow ties. I picked up a couple of ’em yesterday. Told him we’re destined to become friends, cuz I’ve decided his whole catalog will eventually be in my collection. He told me he knew a guy who had about 500 bow ties, and wore one every day. I said, “That guy is an amateur collector!” Showed dude a photo of my collection. He agreed.
My ties have bigly compassion. For example, Tie o’ the Day wants to doctor up my Hanky Panky boo-boo a bit. Band-Aids fix many things, but not a painful pancreas. It’s the thought that counts though, right? So Tie does help, even if it doesn’t help. Bandage Tie dotes on me. Suzanne would rather I make an appointment with my pancreas specialist, and I suppose I should. Suzanne likes my herd of ties, but she doesn’t trust ties with my life, like I always do. 🌡👩⚕️👨⚕️
Short Tie o’ the Day and I are still in my pajamas. See that little white smudge on my sleeve? It’s evidence I ate ice cream for breakfast. I have no idea how ice cream got on my sleeve. Thank goodness it didn’t get on Tie. The small tie is cuz I’m weak from lifting a bunch of storage bins yesterday. I’m not supposed to lift anything because of my Hanky Panky (pancreas), but I do. I defy my Ties, or Suzanne, to stop me. 🏋️♀️
This afternoon, I erranded with CTR Tie o’ the Day and CTR Lapel Pin. In the past, I’ve been “gently” confronted while wearing CTR duds and jewelry. Apparently, some people pass judgment that I’m mocking the CTR idea. They think I’m being sacrilegious/disrespectful to the LDS Church. Are you serious? Most people of any religious or political persuasion seek to live the value/concept of choosing the right. Sometimes it can be, however, quite puzzle-some to figure out what the right thing is. That’s the bigly trick. 🤔