The Tupperware Years
When I turned 29 I stopped for a minute to reflect on life but really – it seemed pointless since I still felt like the same girl I was at 28, 27, 26, etc.
However, nothing could have prepared me for the way 2 tupperwear parties in one month would age me. Going to one party is fine – a novelty really. Having a good time could be chalked up to it being a fluke, a good hostess or a balanced estrogen level that day. Actually going to a second one, looking forward to it, bragging about it and then attending with the intent to purchase is a whole other ball game. Having left that party with a date in mind for hosting my own means I am now beyond help.
Ladies and Gents, I believe I have now entered a whole new chapter of my life. Anyone want any tupperware???