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

“The line has been discontinued, if the mug gets broken it can't be replaced.” Writer Lady argues. TP disappears, reappearing next to Writer Lady.   “It's a four dollar mug.   It's not the Holy Grail.”  The faerie says giggling. “You should hear what she says to it when she thinks she's alone in the kitchen.” Tinkletoes says. “It's a cup.”  The faerie says. “It's precious to her.”  Dylan says,  “My cup. My cup!”  The tow headed boy coughs. “We need to get back to what's important.”  Tinkletoes says.  “Making War and Presidential me making it.” “Presidents don't go to war, Silly Human.”  TP says. “Yes, they do.”  Tinkletoes argues. “Historically,”   Paige counters, rising from her spot next to her brothers,  “they don't.” “They do now.”  Tinkletoes says grinning.  “I have guns, knives, ammo, semi-automatics, crates full of grenades.   When I'm President of the United Sta

“The eyeball made this disgusting sound.   It might have slid up and down my heel as I walked.” “Feelings?  We were talking about feelings?”   Monitor Man prompts. 'That eyeball squished every time I took a step.  Did you know that?”  She asks looking back at him. “Go ahead...”  He says huskily. “...talk about your feelings.”  Writer Lady looks at Monitor Man.  “Remember that you wanted me to do this.  You asked me to talk about my feelings.” Monitor Man nods in agreement. “Do you remember when you were a kid?  Imagine that you're a kid and your brother tells you that you're going to get a new bike for Christmas.  He tells you over and over that he has seen signs that it's going to happen.  Your Christmas dream is going to come true.  You know that you haven't been the best behaved lately.   You have been doing your chores carelessly and slacking on the quality of your homework.   You tell yourself,  'No way.  It's never going t