Confession: I hate goody bags. I seriously hate them.
I don’t get it. How did this start? And why does it have to continue?
You can probably guess that I suck at goody bagging. I just made that phrase up, but it’s okay because hopefully soon goody bags will die out so it won’t really matter that I tried to make it into a verb.
Abby’s having her birthday party at a movie theater. Abby’s guests are getting jars of unpopped popcorn.
Goody bagging: if you suck at it, people might stop expecting them and just be grateful they got invited to a party in the first place.
I love a woman with a strong point of view