Let’s Get This Unparty Started

I have finally conquered one trivial aspect of my social life that has been a bee in my bonnet for years. When someone invites me to a so-called home shopping party, I always decline. I don’t care who it is or what they’re selling. OK, there was that one time last year when my sweet sister-in-law really needed more warm bodies at a “party” she hosted for her neighbor. I felt like a terrible guest. I didn’t buy anything and didn’t fill out the contact card and was embarrassed when I won the door prize. It was a nice cook book, which I gave to my SIL for Christmas.