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"This time last year I was agonizing over where to send Stink to kindergarten. Little did I know that just 12 short months later I&amp;#039;d be happily nestled in the best L.A. public charter school in the Valley. And best of all, it was Mommy that is getting the fabulous education thanks to the greatest group of kindergarten mamas I could ever ask for. Every Friday night we get together at Ellen&amp;#039;s. It&amp;#039;s a potluck buffet where anything is game, from gluten free pasta, Oriental chicken salad, Pop Tarts, nutty bars, fruit, popcorn, and of course, wine. While the kids run around the backyard, play Wii or mess up Z&amp;#039;s princess room, we ladies vent, support, inform and, invevitably, talk about sex. Our husbands rarely join us - and that&amp;#039;s just fine with us. Frankly, it&amp;#039;s fine with them, too - for how much do they really want to know about when we get our nails filled, what size we are aiming to drop to, frost vs. weaves, ballet vs. tap for our daughters (or sons... and is that a problem?) and whether or not the teacher&amp;#039;s aid&amp;#039;s sister&amp;#039;s ex-husband married the cocktail waitress from Fontana? Nope, our Friday nights out give us hard working moms something to look forward to. Like a pressure cooker with a valve trapping a week&amp;#039;s worth of steam, we let the hot water escape - blowing a whistle of celebration and relief. And, because we are finally relaxed, we can go home and enjoy our hubands for all the fabulous things they are, not who they aren&amp;#039;t. (And even blow their whistle occasionally. Oh come on, that was funny.) Friday night we changed the scenery up and listened to live music at the Burbank Bar and Grille. With our kids safely home with their papas, we reveled in our freedom. We were still young enough to giggle racauously and dance from our seats, but mature enough to know when to settle down and behave ourselves. The coverband stopped by our table in between songs and we complimented them on their original titles, such as &amp;quot;Marilyn Monroe Didn&amp;#039;t Marry Henry Miller&amp;quot; and something about &amp;quot;Getting Stoned at Denny&amp;#039;s.&amp;quot; Perhaps the best part of the evening was that, after only a few hours, I couldn&amp;#039;t wait to get back home to Rex. It was fun kicking up my heels but I was soon enough ready to dig them back into reality. Yep, Rex and I would once again face lawn mowing, laundry, carpools, friends&amp;#039; bbqs, business trips, deadlines, occasional spats, and inevitable rolls in the hay. Nope, my life isn&amp;#039;t a fairy tale, but I wouldn&amp;#039;t have it any other way. Thanks, ladies, for letting me share it with you. And you to, dear readers. Happy Tuesday! * Photo taken at the Burbank Bar and Grille by the lovely curly haired blond in the photo, Daria. I&amp;#039;m the goofy one second right looking skyward (with my horrific hair cut finally growing out!) Name of the band to come as soon as I can remember! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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