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

Without skipping a beat Tinkletoes stands up, raising the dry erase board from the floor he calls the rest of his command over for the official briefing. “This mission has three objectives...” he begins.   Tinkletoes' eyes follow Writer Lady until she disappears into the kitchen completely.  Dobby quietly follows Writer Lady into the kitchen while everyone else's backs are turned. “Mom?” “Yes kitty.” Writer Lady answers as she opens cabinets pulling out supplies and placing them on the counters. “Are you okay?” “Yes sweetie.  Why wouldn't I be?” “Tinkletoes didn't mean it.   He just sees things a little bit differently.” Writer Lady quietly continues organizing the space, picking out the needed tools and preparing for a big mess. “I'm okay.  It's just when you have been cautious, opening up to someone can take a lot out of you.   As silly as it is, the dry erase board incident makes me wonder...” “If it's okay to stay opene

“Someone's going to die alone.  You resort to 'Someone's going to die alone'?” Writer Lady asks. “If the shoe fits.”   Carp says. “Let me tell you something you flat headed little man.”  Writer Lady says and the can of whoop a** is opened. Ray pales at Writer Lady's tone and Dobby hides his face. “Loved ones are nice to have around.  Having a special someone is fantastic.  But you can have a perfectly happy life without one.   The longer you carry on about being by yourself the lonelier you'll feel.  I had a husband.  I had the 'till death do us part thing' and guess what?  Death came.  I'm alone.  Well, technically I am.  Here I am “alone” and I have all of you here with me.  Dobby, his friends, his friend's friends, and my characters, not to mention all those characters in my head that haven't been born yet. My family and friends too.  It's practically impossible to be alone for more than a few hours.  I

“No more butts.  It's time to fix this.”  Tinkletoes says. “We haven't gotten to the synonyms yet.”  Dobby says. “It's over.” “We haven't come out the other end.” “Dobby.” “O...kay.”  The ginger tabby responds. “We are going to send both types of magic into Diomedes at the same time to neutralize everything that is irritating him.”  Mural Man repeats the plan for those that did not read last week's post.   Shame on you...go back and read it.  We'll wait (waiting music plays).   Back?  Okay then. “Your delivery system?”  Diomedes asks. “Huh?”  Tinkletoes responds. “How are we going to get the spells inside Diomedes?”  Mural Man asks. “Shoot it up his a...”  Tinkletoes begins. Dobby holds up pictures of younger readers. “His pos...post...we'll shoot in the magic from behind.”   Tinkletoes says. “Sir.  If you don't mind, my backside is a bit, tender at the moment.”  Diomedes says. “Oh...um...yeah.” “May