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

*Dedicated to everyone who is taking this journey with me. May there be many more adventures. When Tinkletoes looks in on Writer Lady she is sitting in the great room in a wing back chair wearing a dress that brings out the color of her eyes and accentuates...things. Daemon the Demon rises from his seat in a nearly matching chair. Daemon’s chair is a lot bigger because well...he is. Daemon passes Tinkletoes as he exits the room smiling. Diomedes quickly takes the demon’s place at Writer Lady’s side. “How are things moving? Do I look okay?” Tinkletoes turns his attention to the source of the inquiries. Carp stands next to the self-proclaimed mercenary. The assassin-in-training is dressed to the tens. Dressing to the nines is for amateurs as far as Carp is concerned. “Yeah. You look fine.” Tinkletoes gestures to the scene before them with a toss of his head. “What’s going on?” “Reflecting.” Tinkletoes looks at Carp and waits for more information. “When a mil

After a late lunch and a trip by Pen’s apartment, the pair returned to Scotch’s or Corporate 2.0 as the spy had christened it. He did a walk through of the apartment upon entering leaving Pen in the kitchen while he checked all of the other rooms. The kitchen was immaculate. Apparently the housekeeper had stopped by. Groceries had been delivered as well. According to the housekeeper’s notes only the perishables had been put away as requested by the resident. Her note listed everything that had been done ending with a post script reminding the resident to text the agreed upon number the next time her services were required. Scotch found Pen opening his cabinets, studying his storage method. He enjoyed watching as she would pick up an item that she had retrieved from the shopping bag and carefully contemplate where it should go slowly putting it into place. “You don’t have to be so specific you know.” He said. Pen stopped what she was doing. She turned to fi

Executive Producer KLULS : So Mrs...um...Johnson what brings you here today? Tony: It's Miss. Tony Johnson. Daddy wanted a boy. (Producer smiles nervously) Tony: Like I told your Human Resources Clerk I'm here for the job opening. Executive Producer: The only job opening I'm interviewing people for is the weather personality. Tony: Yep. That's the one. Executive Producer: I see from your resume... (Producer looks at a napkin)...I see your last job was at the burger place down the street. A job you had for one hour?  Tony: That was the worst hour of my life too. All these little girls giggling in the corners, not doing any work. The manager, another little girl moving faster every time one of those little girls disappeared into the break room. There was a rush? Is that what they're called? That little manager started to yellin' at me. I told her “Look