Sneaky, sneaky plastic.

I think I have done pretty well for the last two days, but I must confess plastic is far sneaker than I once thought. I bought bakery goods (something I am oft to do) and was wise enough to ask the lady behind the counter to put my items in a paper box instead of the plastic one she first picked up. No problem right, not so quick. She used two pieces of tape (plastic!!!) to close the sides of the box. Really, why close the box? I'm just going to open it and eat that eclair...it may not make it to the car in fact. It was too quick I couldn’t stop her! Foiled again. Okay, Kerry and I have conferred and we cannot sweat the pieces of tape that will encroach upon our plastic diet. Buying tape on the other hand, that is a different story—that counts. Disaster temporarily averted. But when I got home I found a book that I ordered from Amazon (last week, before the diet) had arrived…in a plastic bubble pack envelope. The envelope has taken up residence with my straw from Sunday, patiently awaiting the arrival of their next petroleum product companion… I will not be ordering books online anymore I guess. This is really okay though because there are likely many used bookstores I can frequent. Now I just need to find them. Who needs new books anyway, I need to brush up on my classics!