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