Ah, such a TEASE! Pretending to be my PALSY-walsy when we SALSA!

Georg’ann

When the taxi stopped in front of the address, I was soothed to see that I would be living above a bakery. Nothing so comforting as the smell of warm BREAD wafting. A far cry from the old lady’s hair salon that used to be below my college apartment. The acrid stench of permanent solution was ever present, as were her watchful eyes. It was not the best time for a business trip abroad, but perhaps these weeks away might not be so bad after all, I could fill my yearly QUOTA of carbohydrates and butter in a single week, and I’d heard there might be a PLAZA nearby where they gave nightly SALSA lessons. Bread and dancing – two of my favorite things. Now if only a neighborhood cat would stroll by, maybe following a handsome gentleman who loved to dance…

Heather