Why do people feel they have the right to invite you and guilt you into those silly parties?  The one’s that we all get trapped into attending.  The one we all get guilted into buying poorly made, over priced junk at.

How dare she!  She hasn’t spoken to me in years, but is salivating at the idea I might increase her monetary worth in life, because polite society doesn’t give you an out to say no.

Well, I’m saying no.  No way. Uh uh.  Get lost.  I’m treating it as junk mail and not responding.  Phooey on all those little pyramid schemes.  And you know who you are. Humph.

Ciao