I tied me blonde hair up in my signature style. It takes a lot of hairspray let me tell you. I was getting dressed for the whobilation, that biggest celebration of the year. I couldn't wait to see the Grinch. I haven't seen him in 18 years. I started to get wet just thinking about him.
I couldn't wait to see his green fluffy hair and wrinkly skin. His plump stomach, but not as plump as hiss butt. I could squeeze that thing for days. The long hairy fingers and long overgrown finger nails. I couldn't wait to feel them inside of me.
"Baby it's time to go" yells my husband from down the stairs. He knocks me out of my day dream as I am brought back to reality.
"Coming sweatie" I reply, rolling my eyes. I walk down the stairs and get ready to leave for the celebration. The same celebration where I met the Grinch.
