If you think a girl can't get pampered while working two jobs and taking sixteen master's level credits, you've got another think coming. I'm down to get pampered, and hopefully you are too.
Jazzercise had a big summer celebration party in June during which I was bamboozled by a Pampered Chef rep. She was very Pampered Cheffy, real insistent, and was not going to be dissuaded from her conviction that I was the perfect candidate for a party. I tried to warn her...
"All my friends moved away. I have only three friends, and they all live below the poverty line."
"I'm practically vegan."
"I live in government subsidized housing because my income is so low."
She was undeterred. Fine, ok, you got me. I'll make you a deal. You can come to my little apartment and you can show all your gadgets (as long as they are made for use with plant foods) and I will invite all three of my impoverished vegan friends to the party (hey, guys, you're invited!) (so are any omnivorous friends who think it might be funny). But I'm not sending out those invitations you gave me to for two reasons 1) only ladies in the Junior League still send out printed invitations and 2) I can't afford the stamps.
So we are having a Vegan Pampered Chef party on September 6th and everyone's invited. Just RSVP in the comments if you wanna. Personally, I'm excited to see how the lady is gonna fill up a whole hour demonstrating how to use a mandoline and a citrus juicer. It should be rip roarin', so come on down!
4 comments:
i never thought i would say this, ever, in a million years, but here goes: i wish i could be at your pampered chef party. really! for you, i would go. too bad i'm like 8 bazillion miles away. ish.
Hi-larity is sure to ensue.
Too bad you couldn't find Ken for a Tupperware party, because I would have to fly down for that.
see what i mean? you people all live somewhere else! this party is going to be really, really, really amazing when it's just me, jacki and adri.
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