When I decided to do this website, I was provided a set of rules. One was never to blog about work, since we have 3 kids, and it's all about the Benjamins (or, Washingtons, in our case). The other was not to write anything too personal about our family and definitely not our marriage. I'm not sure if this qualifies, but I need to discuss...so...
My friend Melissa is married to this guy Lesley. Lesley has been a borderline tree hugger for years. During Melissa's family's annual Christmas tree excursion in which they cut down a live tree from a tree farm, Lesley protests by sitting in the car. That was the first inkling that he was a closet hippie.
Then, the recycling started. It was innocent enough- plastic bottles and bags. Then, food boxes, cans, and glass. It has grown into an ordeal in which the recyclable material no longer fits in the tub provided by the county, so a special trip to DHEC was required. Imagine the excitement when a new recycling area was created only a few miles from the house.
There had been talk of a more fuel efficient car, but surprisingly, the Ford Focus does pretty well in that respect, and it's paid off, so that was a no go. There has also been an ongoing discussion (every time it rains, actually) of being able to catch rain water to use it to wash clothes. Oh, and I forgot about the compost pile that was strarted a while ago, but it seems he's pretty much forgotten it as well.
Well, the tree huggery hit a high this week with the discovery that you can calculate your carbon footprint. Once he saw the effect meat had on his "footprint", that was all she wrote. He has dined on salads and veggie subs all week. Of course, he's already lost 4 pounds. I don't care if that is from fiber poos. That still pisses me off. It takes me FOREVER to lose any weight, much less 4 pounds in less than a week, but I digress...
Today I, I mean Melissa, ordered veggie pizza as well as pizza rolls from Pizza Hut, and apparently the pizza rolls have pepperoni in them. Well the look of disgust on his face when he bit into it said it all. "These have meat in them?! I wouldn't have eaten it if I had known that." So, last week he's eating hotdogs (aka lips and assholes), and this week he's too good for pepperoni?
So, the transformation is complete. I am married to a tree hugger who rescues animals instead of eating them. Next thing you know, we'll be using our own poo to fertilize the yard. I refuse to play naked bongos, dammit!