Aw! What’s this? A Facebook invitation from my good old friend. I haven’t heard from her in a long time! I bet it’s a dinner party, we haven’t done that in a while.

Oh… Nope. It’s an invitation to a Premier jewelry party. Yeaaaaaa.

You know, now that I think about it, the last time I saw her I was writing a check for an incredibly overpriced pair of earrings.

What is the deal with all the jewelry, makeup, weight loss, Tupperware, Pampered Chef, Scentsy consultants? I have few friends who aren’t out peddling some type of product. When will they get the hint that I’m not going to show?

I hate being pressured to buy at the store, and here I’m being pressured by my peers. If I want mascara, I will go to store. If I want a candle, I’ll go to the store. If I want to eat little blocks of cheese and brownie bites and buy a bunch of crap I don’t need, I’ll go to a “jewelry party.”

Until then, I’m going to reply “Maybe” so my long lost friend will show my Facebook pictures some much needed attention. After a few “aww” and “cute” I will politely “Decline.” What? She used me first.