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

“That is so wrong.”  Ray exclaims from his end of the line.  “My eyes.   Dude, this picture.” “Bad huh?”  Tinkletoes asks. “My eyes are burning.” “Close the e-mail.”   Tinkletoes instructs.  “You don't want to go blind,” he says laughing to himself. “Thanks man.”   Ray says.   “That was close.  Things were starting to go...dark. I hope I don't wake up blind tomorrow.” “Nah, you closed it in plenty of time.”   Tinkletoes says with a grin. “I hope so man.”   Ray says sounding worried. A ping sounds in the background.  “Mom just popped up on Facebook, she wants to know what I think.  What do I say?”   Ray asks. What is that thing Writer Lady says sometimes?  Tinkletoes mutters. “ Less is more?”   A voice calls from behind Tinkletoes' shoulder. “ That's it!  Less is more.   Thanks.”  Tinkletoes says to the voice, returning his attention to to the phone call.  “Ray?   Tell your mom 'less is more'.” “ Duuude.   Mom wearing

Tinkletoes enters the bonus room to find Mural Man in his loincloth sashaying and gyrating to some...something.   He turns his head away from whatever Mural Man is doing and looks around the room.  As a flash of vibrant color penetrates his field of vision, Tinkletoes watches the bright clothing dance along the wall over to where Mural Man is um...doing his thing.   The salsa dress is stunning and the woman being enveloped by it captivating with long auburn hair and glowing amber eyes.  She is tall and willowy.  Tinkletoes has to remember why he came into the room.  The music changes to a salsa that ricochets off the walls in time with party lights bringing him back to his mission. Just as the dancing woman reaches Mural Man, Tinkletoes coughs. “May I help you?”  The woman asks as both she and Mural Man look at Tinkletoes unhappy with the interruption. “You're supposed to be quiet at night. Writer Lady has an agreement with House.” “I am she.”   The woman s

“Very Funny.” Tinkletoes says standing up and brushing himself off. As he closes the back door, Carp hands him a towel. “Do you think she heard?” He whispers. TP pops into the room and says, “Carp, Writer Lady wants to know if you and your girlfriend want to join us for pizza.” TP giggles. Tinkletoes hangs his head. “There's your answer.” Carp says and turns to TP. “Yes we'll be there in a few minutes.” TP disappears in a puff of smoke. “Relax. It will be a fun joke tonight then it will be forgotten about completely.” “ No.” Tinkletoes shakes his head. “That's it. I officially have no chance with her. Writer Lady will never see me as the smokin' hot, virile, sup er stud that I am now.” “ Sup er Stud?” “Yeah, something wrong with that?” “ I'm just having trouble picturing that.” Carp says. “I don't think I like you trying to picture it.” Tinkletoes says. “I'm a Super Stud Dammit!” “Okay.” Carp turns his head