Weekend?

What weekend? The weekends fly by so fast and we try to cram so much into them, so come Monday we are exhausted.
This past friday Chet and i went dancing. Oh i know the hubby doesn't look like a Mambo king, but he knows what is good for his marriage. We have fun dancing because he doesn't know how and he doesn't mind me showing him. I always make him look good. It is better than a movie or even dinner, because for a few hours you get to be right in each others arms and there are no distractions. Every word i speak is heard. Not always listened to, but it is heard. There are wonderful couples to take a look at too. Beautiful white-haired couples that have danced through the war, through children, and some i bet great- grandchildren. They glide onto the floor knowing the step of their partner as well as their own. They take proper position, giving support to each other. Then they add their own touch of combinations and moves and it becomes a story. I could watch some of the couples and see the love and tenderness between them. It was beautiful.