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I had the much-needed experience last Saturday night of having a “Mom’s Night Out”.  Seven of us got out of our normal mommy gear of yoga pants and stained t-shirts, put on a little make-up and left the babies at home with their fathers in order to whoop it up.  It was a much needed respite for all of us that included Coronas, Washington Apple shots, Mexican food, cleavage, and laughter.  I have to say, I <3 my mommy friends. 

As I got ready for my big night out, I remembered back in the day when I’d spend hours doing my hair and make-up before hitting the town.  Back then I’d also usually be drinking already, hoping to save a little cash at the bar by showing up with a good buzz already going.   However, this night I had 45 minutes and a bottle of vitamin water.  Ahh, how times change.

As the last step in my getting-ready process, I grabbed my shoes that were sitting near the baby-gate that separates our son from the kitchen.  I was feeling pretty good about myself–I had on full make-up, had actually blow dried my hair for a change and even had on earrings and a necklace.  I thought, “Wow, I’m lookin’ good!” 

I quickly slipped on my right shoe, and then my left.  However, I could feel something odd in the toe of my right shoe.  It was oddly rigid-yet-flexible, more substantial than a piece of paper but not pointy like a rock.  What in the hell was it? 

I slipped my shoe off and shook the culprit out.  To my amazement, a slice of dried up pepperoni fell out of my shoe. 

How, you may ask, did I end up with a pizza topping in my shoe? 

Well, the night before had been Pizza Night in my house.  Ryan’s highchair must have been within an arm’s reach of my shoes. 

Toddlers+Pizza=Pepperoni Shoes for Mommy

Glamorous.

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