I have been invited to a Tupperware party. I am quite excited about this, really. It is, however, on a day which means I can't go. This is disappointing. I actually pouted.

Not sure what all this says about me. Maybe I should consult Mystic Medusa, since she seems to be doing such wonders for my compatriot. Not entirely sure brandname kitchenware is precisely her hip, happening and funky metier, however.