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

*For my cousin Jennifer and everyone else who loves a cheesy Christmas romance.   It's hard to believe that my life started seven years ago. Seven years ago, when everything that I knew and loved about it left town. In order to tell you how I got here, we have to go back there. To 2009. This should be quick and relatively painless. If you aren't me at least.  2009-- The clock turned six a.m. and the music started. “I'll Be Home For Christmas” by The Carpenters. I reached out for...I'm not going to say his name because on this day he had only been gone for six weeks. My voice would still catch if I said his name. He was “My Ex” for the first three months. Six months on birthdays, anniversaries, and other days that we had considered important as a couple. “I wonder what would happen if I left a note at the radio station asking them to only play this song between the hours of 8 am and 6 pm.” “They would think that it was a joke and probab

With Pirate’s return and the waning of The Lady With The Long Golden Hair’s Treimhse Ar Adoration, it does not take long to put House back together. She wants many improvements none of which she receives. Writer Lady’s excuse is that the house has been through so much already, wouldn’t it be nice to rest for a bit. House does not think so but cannot get anyone to take her side. “Isn’t this nice, everyone sitting together?” Aunt Purdy asks. The entire group is crowded into the living room. Pirate sits on the couch. The Lady With The Long Golden Hair sits on one side of him, Writer Lady, the other. Monitor Man stands by the front door. Carp stands next to him. Tinkletoes stands in front of the entry way between the living room and the kitchen. “Do you get the feeling that Pirate is the reason for this gathering?” Carp asks Monitor Man. “It almost feels like an intervention.” “Or a firing squad.” Tinkletoes says. “When Pirate first came to me,” The Lady With Th

Pirate looks at the sword. It is displayed prominently in Lady Gray’s solar. The light illuminating it pulses gently. Lady Gray jumps on to the platform the sword, scabbard, and stand are on. She rubs her body along the side of the sword. “Excalibur, wake my lovely, you have a visitor.” The pulsing stops. A glow that travels from the tip of the sword travels up until it illuminates the weapon all the way to the end of its hilt. “You may remove Excalibur from her bed to speak with her now.” Lady Gray says. Pirate slowly reaches up and removes the sword from her scabbard. He holds it up in front of him and waits. “Tell her what you told me.” The smokey gray kitten instructs. Pirate tells the story again. When he finishes the hilt’s glow travels down towards the tip of the sword. The hilt is no longer illuminated. “There is something wrong. You are not being completely honest about who you are.” Pirate takes a breath and begin

“Where are we gonna find one of those?” Tinkletoes asks. Everyone looks at Writer Lady. “I have to have all of the answers now?” “You did come all this way to take over.” Tinkletoes says. “You might as well.” Writer Lady mutters and looks around. She sees two figures on horseback in the distance. As the figures come into sight, she recognizes who or rather what they are. Ogres. “We could just wait to be captured.” Writer Lady says. She looks at Tinkletoes, “What are they doing here?” Tinkletoes watches the ogres and says, “They look relaxed, they're riding at a leisurely pace." He squints. "I’m not sure they can see us." Tinkletoes looks at Writer Lady and says, "It’s probably just your standard patrol.” “ Why wouldn’t they see us? Haven’t you all been on this road for a while? Why didn’t they see you earlier in the day?” “ Ahh...” Pirate says. “That would be the magic. Ogres only see magic. Magic is the only real thr

“She has.” Monitor Man picks himself up, dusts himself off, and reaches the group at the same time Writer Lady dismounts. “Thank you Leitis.” Writer Lady says as she rubs the unicorn’s nose. Black Buck The Antelope and the silver unicorn appear. The silver unicorn and Leitis greet each other with happy sniffs and nickers. “Why?” Tinkletoes asks. “Why what?” Writer Lady asks. “Why’d she send a female to do a man’s job?” “Because you’ll screw it up.” Writer Lady answers. “Screw it up. I never screw things up.” Tinkletoes says. Writer Lady looks at Tinkletoes. “Okay. There have been a few bumps in the road.” She does not change her expression. “Sometimes things aren't thoroughly planned out.” She raises an eyebrow. Tinkletoes coughs. “I’m sure that this lovely woman….” Black Buck says. Tinkletoes coughs louder. “...doesn’t mean it in quite that way.” The antelope offers. “Perhaps Writer Lady has some useful details that The Lady With

  May D. C. ComicsTM, MarvelTM  and DisneyTM all take the use of any and all of their characters in the spirit with it was intended, to entertain and comfort sick children.  Not for monetary gain.   For all of the girls and boys who are stuck in bed on Halloween. Once upon an autumn dreary, lay a young boy weak and weary.   He had woke that morning not feeling well at all.   He must go to the doctor proclaimed one and all.   The doctor said that seven year old Billy was not well at all.   He must get back to bed immediately.   There was no time to stall. Billy was not a happy boy.   Not at all.   For his utmost, favorite time of the year was the fall.   He looked at his parents, grandparents, siblings and said.   “You don’t understand.   I can’t stay in bed.   It’s Halloween.   All of my amazing friends are coming here.   We all trick or treat together.   It’s my favorite time of the year.” “Billy you’re sick,” came all of the responses he heard. Bill