I might have to ditch my eyeglasses and have all my fillings drilled out as well. I have to look at all my plastic stuff and toss out anything that has a 7, 6 or 3 on it in the recycling triangle. Those are the bad chemicals.
Do you know how many generations of Tupperware we have? Frank was invited to all the Tupperware partied in a ten mile radius. He would play silly party games to get that strawberry huller with women who thought nothing of having him in their midst. He was, after all, home room mom, girl scout leader and PTO President. In any other marriage he would have been accused of having affairs, but he only had eyes for the Tupperware. Tupperware at our house it is a truly revered item. Frank's mother used it. Anything Frank's mother used is sacred. Truly, yes, sacred. Like god-like. And cannot be spoken against. I really don't care for Tupperware because it never gets dry in our dishwasher, it keeps a pool of water on top. Stupid things, those glasses. But, they are the Sacred Tupperware, we know that. Now I may can get rid of them.
Which is why I thought it was amazing to see my chemical/oil and gas employed husband freak out when the reporter on Dateline said, "Tupperware made before 2010 is likely to contain BPA." And because I am old, my Tupperware is old. Actually all the mothers of young children way back when have either moved or have put their kids through college and no longer need Tupperware money coming in. So he has lost his "drug" connections. I didn't encourage making more for obvious reasons. The mothers were getting younger and skinnier and I was getting older and fatter.
After looking in the glasses cabinet, WOW! He went insane! His brain was trying to rationalize that something his mother liked would harm him. He was having a hard, hard time. He had to go lay down for a while before he looked at the cabinet containing the storage containers. Oh, my!
So we now have no toothpaste in the house. No glassware to drink out of, I am using my hands to drink out of the sink faucet.(time passes)
So today is Tuesday and I now own glassware again. True glassware. I don't think we have ever owned glass before. It feels heavy in my hands and I envision shards of it on the kitchen floor made out of brick pavers. And going through contortions trying desperately to keep basset feet out of the kitchen when there is milk to be claimed within easy reach.The glasses are washing in the dishwasher presently. And soon will fill the shelves with their crystalline beauty. And I feel healthier already.
