Olé

Last night, Dyson and his boyfriend came over for a little south-of-the-border dining experience at my little home. I prepared a "Mexican lasagna," a Latin-type bean salad and for dessert, arroz con leche. The dessert, sadly, didn't turn out how I'd hoped, so Puppy improvised some red velvet bars that weren't so Mexican, but still delish.

We shared frozen margaritas, some chips and salsa and tales of our pets. I guess we've reached the age where our conversations focus less on who did what to whom at which bar and more on how our little animal charges respond to various training techniques. Maybe that's a good thing for a Monday night.