I'm on a green kick. I've always recycled. And reused, and we are big time garage sales shoppers which really helps a lot, too.
That's one of the things I tell Rob when I brings items home.
A few weeks ago, a friend sent a guilt video about the scourge of plastic bags. It was the final push that inspired my use of the reusable bag. It seems strange to ask the sacker at the grocery store to shove my perishables into a big blue bag decorated with clothing items and girly things, but that's just what I've done, several times. And I do feel a little like I'm saving the world, one small plastic bag at a time.
That is probably the feeling that led me to the flying fish incident today. Or not.
No, I didn't travel to where water meets land and toss fish back into the water. Starfish either. Instead, I dug through a bag of stale snack mix and saved the M&M's.
I'm sure you are all thinking. "Freak!" right about now. Rest assured it gets weirder.
It makes no sense to throw away perfectly good M&M's, especially when one is a fan of chocolate. And salty M&M's are pretty tasty. Don't knock it til you've tried it.
What to do with the Goldfish (am I supposed to add TM to these product names?) and the generic pretzels? Out of the corner of my eye, I spied two very eager recyclers. Tails a wagging, drool a dangling, recycling maniacs.
Hence the flying fish. Yes!
A recycling home run!!!
And if you ever stop by for a real visit, I promise not to feed you recycled food. Really!
