WrittenFantasies
She/her.
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2015
“You are too! They make some really nice ones for men. You aren’t getting out of it. It’s for my mother.” She told him. “All of my brothers have them.” She said to sweeten the deal.
“I don’t want to risk it. Maybe a few more teeth big the back and then he can have Ginny’s. Until then he can stick to apple sauce. Or those yogurt things that melt in his mouth. I didn’t pack those I thought I did. He loves those.”
She frowned, “That’s the end of the week. He wanted after Christmas. Right now, no. But keep in my mind fashion week starts the end of January. So that gives me a few weeks to get back in shape and then I’m out there again.” She smiled. “You coming to New York fashion week? Or did you want to leave the country?” She asked.
“I don’t want to risk it. Maybe a few more teeth big the back and then he can have Ginny’s. Until then he can stick to apple sauce. Or those yogurt things that melt in his mouth. I didn’t pack those I thought I did. He loves those.”
She frowned, “That’s the end of the week. He wanted after Christmas. Right now, no. But keep in my mind fashion week starts the end of January. So that gives me a few weeks to get back in shape and then I’m out there again.” She smiled. “You coming to New York fashion week? Or did you want to leave the country?” She asked.