“Hi
kids! It's time to have some fun!” TP is now wearing a pink and
lavender matching motorcycle pants and vest. The vest is open and he
has piercings. His heavy boots match. The heels light up and theme
music (“I'm Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred) radiates from them
with each step TP takes.
“Maybe
I should take the kids...” Aunt Purdy says.
“Oh
no. Dear lady don't go now. This is all about fashion. You must
stay.”
“What
Aunt Purdy means to say is...” Writer Lady tries to explain.
“Hey,
TP” Tinkletoes calls, “Lose the nipple rings, close the vest
and turn off the damn music coming out of your boots. It's
distracting.”
“Must
I? This is an outfit that just screams theme song. Don't you
think?” TP asks Writer Lady.
“Yes,
it does, but could you save it for another time?”
“Ooo-kay.”
TP answers with disappointment. “No dancing either?”
“No
music. What's the point in dancing?” Tinkletoes asks.
“I'll
just show you the gift.” TP flutters up to Writer's Lady's face
and says “See?”
“Oh
yes.” Writer Lady says not knowing what she is supposed to be
looking at. “That is a lovely arm TP. I think you should keep
your arm though. You might need it.”
“It
isn't showing yet. Silly human.” TP giggles. Waving his left
hand over his right bicep a tattoo appears.
Writer
Lady reads the simple stylized writing. “Faeries Do It With
SPARKLE.”
“He
got a tattoo. That's the gift. It's not even her name. I
told you my gift was better.” Tinkletoes whispers to Dobby, “You
only need all this flash if you know your gift sucks.”
“I
didn't get a tattoo. I'm giving Writer Lady a tattoo. A Faerie
tattoo.” TP says fluttering
back down to rest on the Control button.
“Oh,
TP that's so nice of you but I don't want a tattoo. Tattoos hurt I
don't like pain. I have trouble making decisions too. I am a tattoo
artist's worst nightmare.”
“That's
why I am giving you a faerie tattoo.
Faerie Tattoos are very special. First it won't hurt to get the
tattoo. You won't feel anything my dear lady.”
“He's
right. Once you've had that magic 12th
drink. You won't feel anything.” Tinkletoes chimed in.
“And
you can move the tattoo. Put it where you like. Move it at will.
Change the size, shape of the tattoo. Change the image. You can also make it
invisible.”
“A
tattoo like that will look great no matter what.” Dobby says.
“Every
woman's dream.” Aunt Purdy points out.
“To
do this we must first decide on what you want the initial tattoo to
look like. It is like the “default” setting on this computer
thing you use.”
Writer
Lady pales not knowing what to say.
“How
about 'Cupcake Artist'?” Tinkletoes asks.
“Dobby
Forever.” Dobby says.
“Cookies
are love.” Aunt Purdy says.
Writer
Lady feels a light tap on her arm. Peter, Paige and Dylan are all
standing by the arm of the Big Butt Writer's Chair. “What about a
picture of Furnatche?” Dylan asks.
“That's
a thought.” Writer Lady says.
“Mom,
you should do that. You would be the woman with the dragon tattoo.” Dobby points out.
“She
kicks ass!” Dylan announces proudly.
“Dy-lan!”
Aunt Purdy says.
Paige
covers Dylan's mouth. “We have no idea where he gets these
things.” Paige says as she and Peter look at Aunt Purdy radiating
innocence.
“After
this birthday party is over we are going to have a long talk about
appropriate and inappropriate language. So be ready.” Aunt Purdy
tells her charges.
“O-Kay.”
The children answer and lower their heads in shame for a few
seconds.
“TP
could I have a double sided tattoo?”
“Of
course.”
“Come
here then.” TP flutters up to Writer Lady. She whispers in TP's
ear her idea.
“Wonderful.
Wonderful idea my dear Writer Lady.”
Writer
Lady is wearing a sleeveless shirt. TP flies over to her right arm
and places the tattoo on her bicep (or where her bicep would be if
she exercised more).
“Done!”
TP announces proudly.
Writer
Lady looks down at her arm. “That is very nice. It didn't hurt at
all either.”
Tinkletoes
moans in disgust, so hoping she would feel pain, much like the pain
he was still in as a result of the assault earlier in the evening.
“Okay
Mom. Let's see.” Dobby says.
“The
initial tattoo is double sided. One side are my initials, literally.
See?”
WL
“The
other side is a picture of Furnatche.” Writer Lady explains.
“That
way your dragon can be with you all the time. Good idea Mom.”
Dobby says.
Looking
at everyone in the room, Writer Lady says, “I like to think of
him as our dragon.”
Snapping his fingers, TP gives everyone in the room a flute of milk.
"A toast! To our dragon!" Writer Lady says raising her glass.
"To Furnatche!"
2 comments:
Great! Wonderful! Not a big LOL but a small one. "To Furnatche!"
Thank you very much. :D This is one of the longest birthday parties I have ever been to. How about you?
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