Category: Ties

Bow Tie o’ the Day and I will likely be captive at home all day. We’re expecting a delivery of new ties, and we’ve been told we have to sign for the delivery. The scheduled time the package will be here, according to DHL, is “by end of day.” Wow! We’ve found something worse than waiting for the DIRECTV technician. We usually get a four-hour window of arrival with that. The new ties might show up any minute. But probably not, with my package delivery luck.

Tie o’ the Day is the result of courage. My nephew, Travis, and his wife, Collette, took up their fortitude, and searched for a tie I didn’t already own. Success! They gifted me Tie for X-mas. The Blackwelder’s are tough, brave, generous, adventurous folks. Travis doesn’t hold it against me (maybe he doesn’t remember) that when he was a kid, I called him Crapass. I pronounced it to rhyme with his name. Sometimes. I shouldn’t have done it. But it was funny, so I had to. 🤡

It’s a good thing I have my 2-year supply o’ ties. Every year after Christmas, tie racks everywhere become The Islands of Misfit Ties. The racks are nearly empty, and the remaining ties feel rejected cuz no one wanted them. I declare these to be Ties o’ the Day, so they can feel appreciated and worthy of their own existence. I was too late to save one. The tie on the floor gave up and jumped from its rack, to its untimely demise.

With Suzanne back to work, I got oodles of writing done today. But I had to dig up a photo of her to put on my desk, because I am so lonesome. This is the pic I found, and I’m guessing it’s a yearbook photo from her high school teaching years, in the early 90’s. So Suzanne’s bolo tie is our Tie o’ the Day. Way back then, she had no idea an accessory such as a bolo would eventually make her famous. But it did. 👏🏻

Tie o’ the Day is consoling me in my loneliness. This morning, Suzanne had to return to work after  2 weeks on staycation. No more PJ Days. At least, not until the weekend. I know darn well Suzanne went back to her office cuz she’d had enough of me and the Tie population. She’d be sewing or crocheting away, then look up and see Ties being staged for a post photo. I don’t know how she stood it, but she did. She deserves a trophy from D.I.! 🏆

Ties/Bow Ties o’ the Day are not bigly fans of college football –not even bowl games. (Bowl games with BYU and/or UTAH, excluded.) Thus, they aren’t partaking of any of the games on today’s gridiron menu. Instead, they have divided themselves up to play Tic-Tac-Toe on the living room floor. It’s Ties versus Bow Ties. They’ve been playing for hours, enjoying every move. But neither team has won a game. They TIE every time. How appropriate! I’m re-christening the game with a new moniker: TIE-Tac-Toe. 🤡

Merry New Year, from our Tie Room to yours! Tie o’ the Day bombards us with its sailboats, as we sail into 2018. Jacket o’ the Day reminds us that since this is the last day of holiday vacation for most of us, it’s wise to get those Christmas lights off your house, porch, or shrubbery. Trust me, your neighbors will appreciate it. And then they will remain your friends. If your neighbors leave their lights up til Spring, forgive them. They know not what they do. 🎊 🎉

Bow Tie/Ties o’ the Day are fruit of the same family tree. (An olive tree! Har, har, har!) And it’s a thirsty tree. New Year’s Eve is always a black-tie event, wherever you spend it. Whether celebrating in a ritzy ballroom, at a hootenanny in a barn, or sitting in your underwear in your own living room, you must wear something formal-ish. Be dazzling! Be exuberant! And call me if you need a designated driver, wherever you might find yourself hiccupping . 🥂 🍸 🍾 🍻 🍷 🥛

Tie o’ the Day and I celebrate early. It’s kosher cuz our party potations are Coke products. As for me and my house, we will drink the Diet Coke. I did get Suzanne a bottle of real champagne. BTW She is still sleeping in. Sleeping late and napping are her true parties. Sleeping is Suzanne’s favorite part of her holiday staycation. It’s her fave part of her life. Her personal best for sleeping-in happened one Saturday in Delta, when she slept until 5 PM. 🛌 😴

Bow Tie o’ the Day suggested we re-watch MAJOR CRIMES, and re-arrange books. Sounded good. Suzanne might sew. Only two of her sewing machines are currently on our dining table, so I hope one of those is the one she’ll need. Otherwise, Bow Tie and I will be lugging yet another one downstairs. Suzanne has a sewing room upstairs. But she’s a stalker! If I’m down in the living room, she and her machines have to be there too. Gee, I really hate that. NOT! 😁