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

Writer Lady quietly shuffles into the kitchen through the morning's darkness.   She finds her way to the light switch and more importantly the coffee pot.   TP appears in a puff of smoke. “Don't talk to me.”   Writer Lady says unsurprised by the faerie's entrance. “Rise and shine.”  TP sings, giggling. “That's not funny.”  Writer Lady says, picking up the carafe and filling it with water. “It's really funny from here.”  TP giggles. As the carafe fills Writer Lady's eyes begin to feel heavy, she nods off only to be awakened by water spilling out from the top and down the sides.  She mutters an expletive.  There is a knock on the door; muttering a bigger expletive she answers it. “I'm back!”  Tinkletoes announces.  The self-proclaimed mercenary is smiling and looks well rested. Writer Lady glares. “Don't you want to say anything?  Hi.  I missed you.  How was your flight?”  He asks. She continues glaring.  “You don&#

“Here's what we need to do.”   Tinkletoes says.  He is standing by the stove with several stainless steel buckets lined up on the counter next to him.  TP, Ray, Carp, Dobby, Peter, Dylan, and Writer Lady are all across the room standing in the front of the kitchen sink. “Bugsy told Dobby that the spells infused in the broth and the noodles are working.  He also says it will work better the faster we get the noodles into Diomedes.  There are six buckets here, we're going to fill up these buckets with broth and noodles.  Everyone is going to make a single file line and we're going to pass the buckets to the next person in line.   The person in front will give it to Diomedes.  When Diomedes empties that bucket he immediately gets the next bucket that way he gets the medicine quickly and efficiently.  The spells in his system get neutralized and no more diarrhea.” “Cool.   Just like a western.”  Ray says. Dylan looks at Peter questioningly. “Do you remembe

“Are you boys finished?”   Writer Lady asks. Tinkletoes looks around the kitchen, all participants are nodding.   “Yes.  They are.” Writer Lady looks at Tinkletoes. “We are.”  He says looking away. “You're just showing your ignorance.   You all should be ashamed of yourselves.”  Writer Lady says as she monitors the progress of the cooking noodles. Tinkletoes takes the few steps across the kitchen to stand beside her.  “No one meant anything by that.  We were just cutting up.  Acting stupid.” “It's not appropriate.” Tinkletoes stands in one spot looking at Writer Lady and waiting for more information. “There are children here.  We're supposed to be examples for them.  Teach them what appropriate behavior looks like.” “The children are fictional characters, it doesn't count.” “Of course it counts.  It always counts.” “What about?” “It always counts.” Tinkletoes clears his throat in an effort to ask another question. “Dobby c

     Today I find myself looking at my LinkedIn account (like that's anything new) perusing jobs, potential companies/contacts and not getting far.   Like much of the world, networking requires a “look at me” approach.  Something which is great for extroverted people but that is not easy for the introverts, yep that includes me.  I have adapted quite well over the years.  If you've met me before and I decide you're okay watch out for that second, third, or fourth meeting because I'm going to extrovert personality all over your a***, sorry, the place.  I can be described as anything from sweet to quirky or weird.  I have to admit that the Internet does make things easier, once I remind myself that I am in cyberspace, can relax, and share a little bit more of me without tearing a hole in the fabric of time or space.      I'm looking at my account, okay, scrutinizing it.  I describe myself as a humorist.  My brain says (I call my brain 'D

“What?”   Dobby mouths back. “I'm not ready.”  Tinkletoes mouths. “You just said you were.”  The ginger tabby whispers. Tinkletoes turns back to Writer Lady.  He dumps the remaining contents of a bag of flour into her mixing bowl and says, “Enough?” Writer Lady nods. “I'll be right back.   I've got to see a cat about a...about a...”  A silence grows as Tinkletoes struggles to finish his fabrication.  “A hairball.   I've got to see a cat about a hairball.  I'll be right back.”  He meets Dobby in the bonus room, the feline pounces. “What's going on?  You asked Mom out.”   Dobby says. “I'm not ready for this.”  Tinkletoes says. “I told her how great you were.   I told her to give you a chance.  How can you not be ready?”  Dobby asks. “I'm ready.   I'm just not ready to go out with her...you know... outside .” Dobby looks around making sure no one is listening. Seeing them talking from the kitchen, Dylan wanders over

“Do you know what you might want to do?  When...” Tinkletoes asks, everyone is working together in the kitchen to put together Diomedes' magical meal. “You're asking me out?  Now ?”  Writer Lady asks standing over a large bowl as she mixes noodle dough. Tinkletoes looks around the room.   Everyone: Ray, Carp, Peter, Dylan, TP, Diomedes, even Furnatche is helping.   Mural Man and House would be but they are made out of paper after all.   They aren't much help with this part.  These things happen. “We are here doing this.  It's gonna take a while.” “What is it people normally do?”  Writer Lady asks.  “Dinner?” “When?”  Tinkletoes presses. “I don't know.  What would be a good day for you?” “Tomorrow?”   Tinkletoes asks. “Demons, dragons, Dobby dying and returning, diarrhea and making enough homemade noodles to feed a full grown dragon.  No, I'm not moving tomorrow. At all.” Both continue working.  Tin