Raise your hand if you have to go to a pampered chef/tupperwear/naughty lingerie/home accent/wrought iron sconce I don’t need/and/or/candle party in the next few weeks.
I’m done. I’m not going. I’m not buying the crap to help you out or to stick in my guest bathroom.
I’m not going for the food or the free drinks or the mingling with other women I only know from seeing them at some school function last winter.
I’m not going to throw a party so you can get the extra large hurricane vase and I can get a 20-percent discount.
I’m not going to ask the same people I ask every single time to come. And I’m not going to go to their parties because they’ve run out of new people at work to invite.
I’m not going to feel obligated to buy something cheap so you can get your discount. I’m not going to make people I know feel obligated to buy something from me because I bought at their last party.
I’m not going to be tricked into thinking I need 2 dozen plum scented votive candles. I’m not going to buy yet another measuring cup that can’t seem to measure the solids or the liquids correctly after the first dishwasher safe cycle.
I’m not going to feel bad, either.
Stop the madness.