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

The chorus of angels can be heard echoing throughout the house. Laaaaaa....a.....a..laaaaaaaaaaaaa... Carp looks at Writer Lady. “What did I tell you? Angels Singing.” The angels sing out. He's Beautiful.......................... Tinkletoes looks out the kitchen window at his fence which sits undisturbed. “What's going on? How did he?” Tinkletoes demands. Writer Lady walks over to Mural Man.  “Mural Man is that you?”   She whispers. “Yeah. It's still me.”  Mural Man says. Writer Lady keeps staring.  Circling around Mural Man.  Carp waits for her at the end of her orbit. “Amazing isn't it?”  Carp asks. “Uncanny.”  Writer Lady says as she absentmindedly fusses with her hair.  “Are you hungry Mural Man?  Can I get you anything?” “No. I'm still essentially a really big piece of paper so I can't eat or drink anything.” Reminded that this is in fact Mural Man,  “Oh. Of course,” Writer Lady says ta

“How did that happen?” Writer Lady mutters. “Huh?” Dylan asks. “Nothing sweetie. I'm just talking to myself. Grown-ups do that sometimes.” “Who is it?” Dylan asks pressing on. “I'm not sure.” Writer Lady answers. “Let's go find out. Just a sec.” Writer Lady turns back to the stove and turns it off. The man in the chair sees them the moment they enter the room. “Hi.” Writer Lady says smiling. “Hello.” He says returning his attention back to tug of war. “Hi.” Dylan says. “Who are you?” “I am Mural Man.” “I'm Dylan.” “Hi Dylan. Is this your dragon?” Mural Man asks as he continues to play with Furnatche. The small silver white dragon snarls as he pulls on the rope with his teeth. Dylan nods. “What do you call him?” “Furnatche.” Dylan answers. “I don't think that I've ever heard that name before, but then I've never seen a dragon like this lil' guy either. Would you

“What?” Writer Lady asks. TP pops back in. “Monitor Man is single and on the prowl. Grrrr...” The faerie snaps his fingers making a reel to reel recorder appear. With another snap, the faerie turns it on. “ So Monitor Man what kind of woman has caught your eye?  She must be something to draw your attention from Incredibly Hot Woman. Which rising starlet is it?  Give us a hint.”  The interviewer says. “ I won't give you any names.  I want to respect her privacy.   Besides, I don't even know if she would like a guy like me.” Monitor Man grins. “I will tell you this she's bright, funny and independent.  Oh and kind of spunky.” “You hear that and you immediately assume it's me.” Writer Lady says looking at Tinkletoes. Tinkletoes looks at the ground. “I am so tired of having to say these things. Have you seen the women he goes out with? He's not looking at someone like me. Besides there are basics to this crap. With a man like him find

“Secure the perimeter?” Mural Man asks. “That sounds like a lot of work. Later man.” Ray says hanging up. “Did he hang up?” Mural Man asks. “Of course, I mentioned work.” Tinkletoes says. “He wasn't going to help. Besides this is my woman. My perimeter to secure.” “He has to piss on every tree and poop in every corner.” TP pops in giggling and pops back out. “That's a vivid picture.” Mural Man says. “You aren't really going to piss on every tree and poop in every corner are you?” Mural Man asks looking around the room and counting corners. “No, that's just an expression and it only pertains to outside.” Tinkletoes says as he walks around the room looking out the windows and at the doors making plans. “ All that popping in and out is getting annoying. I'm going to have to talk with TP about that.” “Talk with TP about what?” Writer Lady asks standing the the entryway. “All that popping in and out of the room.” “He does tha