Personal Assistant to CEO is now officially in my job description. Aside from all the other positions that I already hold as Mom, I also play Steev’s trusty personal assistant at business events he attends. Being that Steev is only 18 with his own little business and no driver’s license yet, I’m kinda stuck with the job (well, at least you can’t say I’m not gainfully employed).
Don’t get me wrong, I love playing well-dressed pea-brained assistant to a good-looking hunk of a CEO who on one occasion, forgot I wasn’t supposed to be his mom, and walked into an event holding my hand 
. Luckily, people like Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher have set the stage so it’s not like it’s such a biggie, right 
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Anyhow I’ve been attending these events with him with no problems so far. Last night though, there was a little hiccup. Steev had neglected to confirm with the organizers that there would be two of us attending the dinner party. They assumed only Steev would be attending so I couldn’t get in at the door. My first rejection. Of course, I was devastated 
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Good thing it’s the weekend and I managed to contact Hip2bDad who brought the girls to meet up with me and have dinner nearby. Actually it turned out to be quite a rare Balinese treat at Ole-Ole Bali (check out what we ate there last time). Just one of the perks of being married to the father of the CEO .
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Hee! Such a cute post – and the food looks scrumptious – making my hungry
Kristin