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

Writer Lady walks into the kitchen. She has showered and changed into comfy jeans and a t-shirt that reads, “Mess With Me. I Dare You.” She works her way through the crowd and stops in the bonus room. She looks around, finding that everyone is on their way into the kitchen, she takes up the rear and pushes things along. “Has everyone washed their hands? The bathroom is open in case anyone...” she realizes that no one is listening to her, “…would like to wash their hands.” The Lady With The Long Golden Hair waits for her in the laundry room. “Hello, my sister.” “You made it.” Writer Lady smiles. “Pirate said that you were having issues with the Treimhse Ar Adoration this year.” Something moves in Writer Lady’s peripheral vision and she glances at the window, long enough to see one of Gordon’s inquiring eyes peeking in. “I am well my sister. It has been stressful...” “There’s an eyeball.” Writer Lady interrupts. “Why am I looking at a giant eyeball?” “Because

Tinkletoes leans in, “What happened?” Pirate does not speak. Monitor Man looks at Tinkletoes, “This might be too difficult for him to talk about.” Tinkletoes sits back and looks at Monitor Man. “He’s a man. It was years ago. He should have walked it off by now.” Pirate studies his glass and drinks down the sand in one shot. “It looks like he’s not.” “Talking about it will help." Tinkletoes looks at Pirate. "What happened with Curves?” Pirate removes his moonstone earring, disconnecting the moonstone, he holds it up with the tips of his fingers. Once again, the small round stone grows into a crystal ball. He holds up the crystal ball so that the other two men can look into it. “This is what happened.” “It is a beautiful palace.” “It is.” The Lady of the Lake agrees. “I have everything. Everything that I have ever wanted or needed.” “Except?” “Do I really have to tell you sir?” She asks with a raised brow. He smirks. “Love

The door opens to the Lady With The Long Golden Hair. A giant eyeball attached to a large beard covered cheek peers at Peter from over her left shoulder. Several pair of eyeballs peer into the house from behind her right one. “I am the Lady With The Long Golden Hair. I am here to see my sister.” “Come in.” Peter says. The Lady With The Long Golden Hair looks at the giant eyeball. “As you can see I have made it here safely. Thank you Gordon.” The giant eyeball glazes over at the sound of the Lady With The Long Golden Hair’s voice. She quickly moves out of the way of a splash of drool in the nick of time and enters the house. A pair of lizards try to follow her inside. “Shut the door.” She says. “ Now .” Peter shuts the door blocking the entrance of anyone or anything else that wishes to cross House’s threshold. Peter stands at the door to get a better look at the menagerie of males gathered outside. Dogs, cats, birds, bulls, cheetahs, ogres, bees. Was