Not long ago I was invited to a Longaberger Basket® party.

When I told my husband about it, he asked "What is a Longaberger Basket® party?"

"It's a party where they show beautiful, old fashioned handwoven country Baskets - Baskets that can be kept in a family for generations," I told him.

"Oh," he said. "How long will you be gone? 15 minutes?"

"Don't be ridiculous," I answered, rather disgustedly. "I'll probably be there for a couple of hours."

"How can a bunch of women look at Baskets for two solid hours?" he asked.

I ignored his question.

Men need to get a life. What a silly question. How can a bunch of women look at Baskets for two solid hours - indeed!.

The first thing that women do at a Basket party, of course, is to look over all of the Baskets; then they will HOLD all of the Baskets; then they will "Try Out" all of the Baskets (with and without the Liner); and then they will have the rest of women check to see how they look when they CARRY the Baskets.

Then AND ONLY THEN will they choose their own personal Baskets.

Of course, after they have picked out their Baskets, they will talk, then they will eat astronomical amounts of food that the Hostess has capably prepared, then they will talk some more, then they will eat some more, and FINALLY they will go home.

THAT is what a bunch of women do for two solid hours at a Basket party!

On the evening of the party, a friend came to pick me up. Exactly five hours and 13 minutes and 55 BUCKS later, I was back home.

When I walked inside the house, my husband looked at his watch and shook his head in an "I-can't-believe-it" way, without commenting.

A few evenings after that, my husband told me he was going to a Boo Ray Party.

"What is a Boo Ray Party?" I asked.

"It's a card party that is sort of like poker," he answered.

"How long will you be gone? 15 minutes?" I asked.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said, rather disgustedly. "I'll probably be there for a couple of hours."

"How can a bunch of men look at poker cards for two solid hours?" I asked him.

He ignored my question.

Exactly five hours, 13 minutes and AT LEAST 50 bucks later, he was back home from his party.

When he walked inside the house, I looked at my watch and shook my head in an "I-can't-believe-it" way, without commenting.

Men really do need to get a life.

This article was written by Gloria Bennett for The Guymon, Oklahoma Herald. It was reprinted in a copy of Your Success Volume 13 Number 11 dated November, 1992. I do not necessarily endorse the views contained in this article. I thought it was a fun article to share.

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