Why You May Not Want to Invite Me To Your Next Tupperware Party

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Is there a name for those parties where a product line is demonstrated and then folks have the opportunity to purchase items? I love those parties. But you may not want to invite me to your next one for the following reasons:

  • Are you going to have lots of tasty snacks? Yes? Great. Because I don't cook. And since these parties tend to be held on a Sunday afternoon sometime between lunch and dinner, I will be starving and hit your cheese and cracker platter like I am going to the electric chair.
  • Will there be some sort of punch with a kick? Or wine? No worries if there isn't any. I will bring my own. Back to the timing of these parties - what better way to not let your Sunday spoil your Monday than to get your drink on.
  • This is the reason you will want me to attend. See that bullet above? Because of that punch or wine I will buy a lot of product. And by a lot, I mean half the catalog. I love live demos, newfangled gadgets, and anything that makes my life easier. Bring it!
I went to a cleaning product party last Sunday. Come Monday, I had gained five pounds, had a hangover, and was eagerly awaiting my order of every item on pages 1 - 27.

I look forward to your invitation with bated breath and check book in hand.


Comments

The Back of My Headboard said…
In doing a pop-in. Your writing is hilarious! Where did everyone go?
August 26, 2014 at 6:58 AM
Anonymous said…
You and I would have fun at a tupperware party cause I would do the same!
August 26, 2014 at 7:46 AM
Luanne said…
You are too funny! I'll be real sure to supply you with ample drink when you attend my next party! Love ya girl!!
September 18, 2014 at 9:24 AM
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