It's the Tox

I checked my mail at work today and pulled out the usual: a conference brochure on how to be an effective manager (be organized, don't be an ass. $340, please); a conference brochure on how to be a terrific secretary (be organized, always make the boss look good. $340, please); and a postcard on a new listing.

But there was another piece of paper in the box that caught my attention before I flipped it in the trash. There was an eye, lips, a naked buttocks, and the word "erase" on a memo-looking piece of paper. It was my own personal invitation:

"Open House/Botox Event" for employees, associates, family and friends. Cocktails and hors d'oeuvres served between 4:00 and 7:00 p.m. If you bring a friend who purchases a package of any sort, you will receive $50 for future procedures.

I'd always heard of these botox parties in California. These rich folks get together, eat, drink, chatter, and line up to have a needle plunged into their lips or eyebrows or cheeks for an instant face lift. I suppose nice, full lips would be great for my American Idol audition, but the whole idea of putting toxins in my body really puts me off.