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. 🤣 😆