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

  “Unexpected?” House asks. “I wake up to a head full of gray hair and that’s all you have?” Writer Lady shifts her weight from one leg to the other. “You knew about this?” House asks. “Do you remember last week when you and Mural Man went on your romantic bubble cruise getaway?” “Yes.” “While you were in Faerie and separated from your physical body I might have made some changes.” Writer Lady admits. “Changes what kind of changes?” Writer Lady doesn’t answer instead she raises an index finger and points to the ceiling. “The ceiling?” House asks raising her eyes. “My ceilings don’t look any different.” “Higher.” “There is a bit of a mess in the attic but not enough to cause something like this.” House says. “Higher.” Writer Lady says. “My roof? You changed my roof?!” “No.” House says. “If you’d added another layer of shingles my hair would just be thicker.” Writer Lady shakes her head. “You didn’t.” House says.  A guilty expression

  This 10 th Anniversary Post is dedicated to the memory of my grandfather who always knew how to attract an audience and never left them hanging and my aunt who could tell stories about everyday life and tell them in such a way that you could barely stay in your chair because you were laughing so hard. A good storyteller shares a gift in that moment. A great storyteller shares a gift that carries on long after they are gone. – HR Apostos ************************************* “Faerie. The place with the meadows, forests full of magical creatures, villages, flying transport bubbles, jungles, rain forests, talking man size sharks, not to mention a sand bar which literally serves sand is bored?” Carp asks. TP nods. “Unicorns. Faerie has unicorns. How can a place with unicorns feel bored?” Carp continues. “And giants. And ogres.” Writer Lady contemplates what