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

“Cheese balls?”  Writer Lady asks. “Yeah, TP coated the cheese balls with some magic stuff that streamlined them.  So they would go faster.” “Did they?” “Oh yeah.”   Ray answers with a grin.  “The first ones moved so fast that they burned the plastic.  No track could hold them.  So TP made them fly.” “Flying would be the next logical step.”  Writer Lady agrees. “TP filled a bag with faerie dust.   He put another slick coating on over that so we didn't lose any speed.   Those balls were flying everywhere.  Across the floor, on to the furniture.   They made bright orange tracks along the walls.   The walls looked really cool.   You would have loved it man.   TP said some words and waved his hands and then those cheese balls really picked up speed.  One took out a lamp.  Another one broke that ugly glass thing everyone avoids but you never put flowers in.” “My great- great-great grandmother's vase?” Ray nods. “The one that was supposed to have

The Saga of a Man Called Tink Tink...Tink A name you will never forget The name of a legend The soldier from Tibet. So begins “The Saga of a Man Called Tink.” Carp dictates his story to a feather quill that puts words to parchment with efficiency and speed much to Peter's amazement and Dylan's delight. “Tibet?”  Peter asks. “I know...Tinkletoes isn't from Tibet and he looks nothing like a Tibetan but it rhymes.” Peter looks at Carp doubtfully. “I'm the writer and this is all about creating the perfect vision.”  Carp announces.  “I am taking creative license.  Writers can do that.” Peter is not convinced. “A vision of who ?”   Dylan asks. “Tinkletoes.”  Peter answers. Shaking his head, the little boy looks up at Carp and says, “Try again.” Carp clears his throat loudly.  The quill lifts from the parchment and waits.  Carp tries again. Enter our hero.  A man who has fought brave battles. “Against Writer La

“I can't cut off his nuts.”  Writer Lady says holding up both hands.  “No sharp objects.”   She says pushing her way past the group. “Mom.”   Dobby's call stops her as she stands in the entry her hands resting on the frame of the doorway.  “If you go into the living room now it will change everything,forever.” Writer Lady closes her eyes and bows her head for a moment releasing a tired sigh.  “I know.  Like TP said 'Don't cut off his nuts'.  It just seems so unfair.” Writer Lady looks at Dobby. There is tenderness(?) in her eyes.  No.  It couldn't be tenderness, could it?  I t has been a really long day.  L ove?  Who knows.  It wasn't anger or disdain.  How about that for progress?  Maybe it was just PMS or something.  Some months there's anger and other months weepy, vulnerability.   I t really can go either way.  She did have those super loaded nachos for breakfast.  So... any who... “ How about this Mom, what if

“It sounds like Diomedes could use some help.”   Writer Lady says.  She leaves the room reappearing with a fresh bucket of hot soapy water.   “Luckily, you're just the man for the job.”   Taking off the over sized gloves, she hands them to Tinkletoes.  Tinkletoes stares at the blue gloves.  There is another window rattling rumble and a farting noise as Dobby runs back into the room. “Mom?”  Dobby calls. “Yes kitty.” “There's another mess in the living room.” “Yes I know.”   Writer Lady answers cheerfully as she hands the bucket to Tinkletoes who doesn't reach out to take it from her. “Here.”  She says, cuing Tinkletoes to take the bucket's handle. “No.” “You wanted to be the hero.” “This doesn't seem very 'hero-y'.” “Being a hero is standing up and being there for others even when it doesn't impress a large group of admirers.  Sometimes it's not a fun thing to do either.” “This isn't what I pictured.”   Tinkletoes

“Yeah, but for how long.”   Writer Lady mutters. “What?”  Tinkletoes asks. “I said...okay.”  She answers not looking up from her work. “I get what's going on.”  Tinkletoes says.  “You don't think I'm serious do you?   I bet you don't think I'm serious about anything, do you?” Writer Lady looks up, “No. I know you can be serious.  I believe that if I were a box of ammo, a video game, a cupcake, or one of those toys,” thinking for a moment Writer Lady snaps her fingers and continues, “a lightsaber which are fairly cool I have to admit, there wouldn't be a doubt in my mind that you weren't serious.  But about this...”  Looking down she returns to her work. “First of all I design those lightsabers.  They are one of a kind... collectibles.  I'm a great friend to Dobby.”  Tinkletoes counters. “You are.  A great friend.  You have brought others with you just as TP has.  It has made life interesting.” “And?” “It's neve