Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Dobby runs into High Command, (the room with the computer in it) “Mom Mo-om!” “Yes kitty.” “What are you doing?” Dobby asks. Writer Lady switches windows. “Nothing. Just starting this week's post.” Dobby jumps on the desk and peers at the monitor, “Really? What are you writing about?” “Nothing.” Writer Lady says, covering the screen with her hand. “Let me see, Mom.” “No.” “Come on. Move your hand!” Dobby says nipping her hand. “Ouch!” Writer Lady yells, moving her hand. “That hurt!” “Don't hide things and you won't get bit.” Dobby says. Writer Lady looks at her war wound. “I'm a grown woman. I can do what I want. Did you have to draw blood?” Dobby looks at Writer Lady's hand. “It's nothing. A mosquito wouldn't want such a tiny meal.” “It hurts .” “You're only saying that because you didn't want me to see what you were looking at. What is it shoes? Dresses?” Dobby says looking at the monitor.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah we all love the little,” Tinkletoes looks down at Furnatche as the dragon wags excitedly, “um, guy. Now it's my turn. You are my best friend's mom and you paid for my...um anyway, you're important to me and stuff. Here you go.” Tinkletoes thrusts a long narrow box at Writer Lady. “Thank you...” Writer Lady says opening the box. She looks at the contents, looks up at Tinkletoes and looks down at the gift again. “It's a light saber. You were so nice to bring me the one I special ordered home with you from Comicon. It was pristine. Not so much as a scratch on it. I still don't know how you managed that one.” “Plenty of room. No weed whacker.” TP giggles. “Since it was obvious you knew how to take care of something so precious, I thought you should have one of your own. So here it is. I designed it myself.” Tinkletoes says, taking the light saber out of the box and handing it

“ Hi kids! It's time to have some fun!” TP is now wearing a pink and lavender matching motorcycle pants and vest. The vest is open and he has piercings. His heavy boots match. The heels light up and theme music (“I'm Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred) radiates from them with each step TP takes. “ Maybe I should take the kids...” Aunt Purdy says. “ Oh no. Dear lady don't go now. This is all about fashion. You must stay.” “ What Aunt Purdy means to say is...” Writer Lady tries to explain. “ Hey, TP” Tinkletoes calls, “Lose the nipple rings, close the vest and turn off the damn music coming out of your boots. It's distracting.” “ Must I? This is an outfit that just screams theme song. Don't you think?” TP asks Writer Lady. “ Yes, it does, but could you save it for another time?” “ Ooo-kay.” TP answers with disappointment. “No dancing either?” “ No music. What's the point in

TP giggles for a moment under his breath. The faerie looks down, looking back up timidly he raises his arms and in a slight voice he whispers, “Surprise?” Writer Lady looks up at the room around her. “For Me?” Her eyes start to tear up. “You redecorated the computer room for me?” She asks looking down at the faerie. TP nods enthusiastically. Rubbing against Writer Lady's legs, Dobby says, “We all helped Mom.” “Of course you did.” Writer Lady says between sniffles. She makes her way across the room hugging everyone including an uncooperative Dobby. “Mom, stop. You're choking me.” “Sorry kitty.” “I never thought for a moment when other writers talked about the characters they wrote about coming to life that they actually would come to life.” Mom gazes adoringly at Aunt Purdy, Peter, Paige, Dylan and Furnatche (a dragon-- no less). But to have you here with me. Sharing my home and my life. It's just stupendously incredibly wonderful. Thank yo