Dear FedBooHusband: Have You Forgotten Who You’re Married To?
(Yes, I know I ended that sentence with a preposition.)
My dear husband has informed me that we’re joining some colleagues of his for a salsa rueda dance lesson, followed by a dance party, this weekend.
What’s salsa rueda, you ask? Here’s what it’s supposed to look like:
And here’s what I’m working with:
But you know what? I’ve got my dress and shoes picked out. So whatever happens…I will look cute. These are the things that matter.