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

The room is completely dark.  Writer Lady can hear random chatter around her.   Pixies calling, “What's happened?”  “Someone's turned out the the lights.” “Magic is so much more reliable.”   Tinkletoes' footfalls (okay...thumps) can be heard leaving the area. Monitor Man's arms are still around her holding her upright.  “The lights will be on again soon.”  He says reassuringly. It's dark, no one can see anything.  I can do this...I can do this.  Echoes through Writer Lady's head.  She raises her head to face Monitor Man.  The top of her head meet s the bottom of his chin. “Ouch.”  He says just loud enough to let her know that something solid is in her immediate vicinity. “ Sorry.”  Writer Lady whispers.  I can't do this....I can't do this.   She closes her eyes.   Is that Monitor Man?   He smells so good.  Writer Lady leans in to get a better whiff and their lips meet.  I'm kissing him.   I can't believe I'm doin

Writer Lady looks at what she is wearing.   “What's wrong with my clothes?”   She asks. “Jeans and a t-shirt.”  Carp says making a face. “It's 25 degrees outside.  You're lucky I'm not wearing a parka.” “The kind with a hood?  Because I hate to tell you sweetie but your hair looks awful.   How do you feel about hats?” “I don't like them.” “I always say that hats are like books if you don't like them then you haven't found the right one.” Writer Lady glares at Carp. “Where are your shopping hormones?  Do you have them in sleep mode?  Repeat after me, 'Looking pretty is fun'.”  Carp says. “Your mama dresses you funny.”   Writer Lady responds. “At least I'm out of my bathrobe between the hours of 10 and 9.” Writer Lady rolls her eyes.  She turns and looks at the door.  “Is that Monitor Man walking by?”   She asks. Carp sharply turns to face the entry door and peeks out.  High pitched giggling commences, Carp looks