Category: Ties

I have no idea where Mr. Wood is running, but I’m glad Bow Tie o’ the Day is there to look out for him. Since Mr. Wood lost his head somewhere, Bow Tie is probably being a seeing-eye bow tie. Check out Bow Tie, whose theme is from A CHRISTMAS STORY. Bow Tie’s got its FRAGILE and MAJOR AWARD leg lamp. But where’d I find this piece of wood? In my Delta backyard. You can see why I had to save him. 😏 🏃

Check out Ties o’ the Day, tied to the frame of Mom’s new daybed in St. George. I’m guessing Ron hung Ties where Mom can see them, so she won’t miss me. Perhaps when Big Helen spies a tie, she will chuckle her chuckler and think of our screwball hilarity. When she was with us last week, we laughed loudly and constantly, and I was surprised our neighbors didn’t call the cops to shut down our party. She would’ve ignored the cops anyway. She’s Mom. 🤣 😆

While driving Big Helen to meet Ron on Monday, we were nearly hit on I-15 by an erratic driver. It angered Mom to the point that she wanted to flip him off. She fiddled with her fingers and asked which finger you use to do the proper flipping. She got it right. Don’t rile Mom. You’ll pay! Tie o’ the Day knows we’ve all had at least one dip in our lives who we wanna tell off, even if they’re a gingerbread dude. 👊 🖕🏻

I’m wearing a multitude of Bow Ties o’ the Day tonight. And then we’ll be feasting on them. Yes, caring bow ties will even sacrifice themselves for their hungry handlers. It’s the food chain, you know. And I do the cooking. This colorful bow tie pasta will be superb with a bit of white clam sauce. Or puttanesca. Or meatballs. I’m wearing the pasta bow tie o’ bow ties right now, but after I’m done slurping, I’m positive I’ll be wearing the sauce.  🍝

According to our Tie o’ the Day, Santa is headed to play a relaxing round of golf before the holiday season gets too busy for him and his crew. I’ve played a few rounds of golf in my time. Very few. I’ve never achieved a hole-in-one, but I can claim a successful rabbit-in-one. At the Delta golf course, I once teed off and my ball thumped Thumper. Dead. I would have had it mounted for my wall if it had been a jackalope. 🐰 🐇 ⛳️

As Tie o’ the Day shows us, regular folks aren’t the only ones who wanna lose weight and get fit for the holiday party season. Santa and his pals gotta get in shape for their around-the-world-in-a-night flight. Ties and bow ties don’t worry about their weight and/or their fitness. Whether wide ties or skinny ties or string ties, ties naturally exude coolness no matter what shape they’re in. We could take a lesson from them: we be cool, just as we are. 🏃‍♀️ 🏊‍♀️ 🏋️‍♀️

Bow Tie and Tie o’ the Day are consoling me cuz we met Ron in Fillmore today to transfer Big Helen back to her St. George digs. It’s always sad when she leaves us.  And the mutts miss sleeping by her feet on the couch. I guess they’ll start paying attention to me again, now that she’s gone home. Mom is easy to have around, as long as the fridge has Pepsi and orange juice, and there are plenty o’ potato chips on the cupboard. 🍊 🥛 🥔

Big Helen and I are tie-ing one on for her last night with us, until the next time she can stand to hang here with us. Mom’s Tie o’ the Day is full of snowmen. She loves snowmen. And, of course, I’m wearing candy canes and canines. Around the holidays, Mom customarily makes toffee, caramels, cracker jack popcorn, and cookies for every person she’s ever met. She hasn’t shown much interest in that generous tradition this year. That’s ok. She deserves to lay down her candy spoon. 🥄

Bow Tie o’ the Day shows off its Christmas balls. I’m showing off a church jacket, which is off to D.I. cuz I don’t have room for some of them anymore. Suzanne doesn’t want me to get rid of them. She thinks they’re fab, so I’ll have to sneak them out of the house. Check out my Olympic lapel pin, which depicts funeral potatoes. Mom is still perfectly content to have set up camp on our couch. Now I gotta go comb my hair. 😜

Red, white, and blue Bow Ties o’ the Day are pleased to be chosen as the neckwear o’ The Two Helen’s. Mom and I are patriots, but not fans of the New England Patriots. This photo proves that Mom is always willing to join me in my endeavors and whims. Tonight, all I said was, “It’s time for our tie pictures,” and she simply got situated into her walker; grabbed her hairbrush; and walked into the bathroom to perfect her hair. Big Helen rules! 🏃‍♀️ 🚶‍♀️ 🇺🇸