The weekend was lovely. Sunny with a little chill in the air. Saturday my friends A & D and I walked the dog through the back streets of a cute neighborhood nearby. That night we went out for dinner then hung out with friends. The next day my husband was in a bad mood. Egh. I hate that on the weekend. But I can't complain, it doesn't happen too often. And I understood why. Nothing was going his way that day. The odds were against him:) But that afternoon we went to the yoghurt shop together, got some fun yoghurt and ate it as we walked by the beach. That night we went over to a new friend's house for dinner. They invited us and another couple. We ate pasta, all got along splendidly and later went salsa dancing.
Any of you reading this who know my husband know he doesn't like to dance. Well, we did the lesson and then danced. He had a long island iced tea first to loosen up. We were cracking up laughing on the dance floor. We had such a good time laughing at each other. After my friends were saying "where were you guys, we know you were on the dance floor, but couldn't see you". Well, that was on purpose. We didn't want to be seen! There were so many good dancers out that evening!