What list did I get on?

Sometimes, I swear, my life sounds like a television show. Maybe Desperate Housewives, meets Leave it to Beaver, meets HBO's Real Sex. Sometimes I'll be participating in my life and I'll look around and think, "How did I get here?" It's surreal.

About a week after being flattered into taking a board position on our school's Parents' Association, I received an invitation in the mail to join the Women's Board of the new children's hospital.

I was flattered to be on the invite list, and I thought it might be something I'd like to do, but I sort of shrugged the whole thing off. I just don't have the childcare to participate in something like that right now.

But, well you know me. Flatter me just a little and I'll drop everything to do what you ask. It turns out that a friend of mine is the president of the Women's Board. She and her husband also coach my daughter's T-ball team. These are good people. The best. She called to tell me that she had made sure my name was on the invite list because she just thinks the world of me and would like to get to know me better.

There's no way I could say no to that.

So I asked my very wonderful friend CB to watch my son so that I could go to the Welcome Tea this morning.

I painted my toenails, smoothed and curled my hair, donned my silk twin set and set off to join the ranks of society women.

As I rounded a corner in the hospital, looking for the meeting room, I smacked right into AH. I was kind of glad to see her, because I was feeling shy about mingling. But it was also too bad that I ended up just talking with her. The room was filled with painted-toenail, twin set-wearing moms from my daughter's school, music class, and T-ball team. I would have liked to get to know them all better.

I always mean to be outgoing and social. Sometimes I succeed. Sometimes I just have to congratulate myself for even having the guts to show up.

I'm actually very excited about working for the board now. The turn out was great and the work we'll be doing is very important.

But sometimes it amazes me how I can go from joking with my friend about landing strips and vibrators to sipping tea with the Junior League. I can be Bree Van De Camp one minute (although according to this I am a Susan), and Samantha Jones the next, and still have porn worthy sex that night.

All with a hunky plumber making cameos throughout. (And I'll tell you about my hunky plumber tomorrow.)