I’m afraid I was not tickled to hear that any Sigg bottles made before August 2008 have trace amounts of BPA in their liners. I bought ours early in 2008 so ours were definitely tainted.

Maxine and I ran errands in the acid rain while Ava was at her crunchy granola homeschooling class today. Ditching these bottles was on the list of things to do. An article just showed up in the newspaper announcing that Wegmans is taking back ALL Sigg bottles made before August 2008 no matter where you bought them and offering you a replacement or a refund.

Ummm, I’ll take the refund, thankyouverymuch. Sorry Sigg, I’m afraid I don’t trust you as far as I can throw a Sigg bottle filled with gasoline and stuffed with an ignited rag. They swore up and down that their liners didn’t have BPA and then eventually came out to admit that they do in fact have trace amounts of BPA.

Well isn’t that precious.

At this moment I plan to replace our bottles with Klean Kanteen’s. Stainless steel, no liners. It sounds all good but then again maybe I should hold off a few more days because I’m sure any day now they’ll be a press release explaining that their bottle caps contain devices that send top secret government information to foreign intelligence agencies and all Klean Kanteen owners will be forced to endure Swiss Water Torture. (Drinking from a Sigg bottle).

In summary, my Sigg bottle refund bought us groceries today. Thanks Sigg!

I swapped out my estrogen mimicking, carcinogenic, neurotoxins for some surely chemically peeled baby carrots that apparently make me type run-on sentences.

What’s missing from that picnic basket?

I’m glad you asked. That little BPA plastic container had a recalled peanut butter and pesticide filled strawberry jelly sandwich that Maxine ate in the back strapped into her 5 point harness carseat that expires in a few months as we drove around and breathed in fumes and toxins and headed to the library to check out some germ covered books. (Check out that run on sentence! Damn those baby carrots.) She ate the inside of the sandwich and then chucked the crust up front between the driver side and passenger seat to play horseshoes with the gear shift. Contaminated peanut butter does wonders for your aim.

Also missing: 2 conventionally grown (HISSSSS!) apples and a Cherry Pie Larabar (note the wrapper in the back). I ate both apples. That’s what I get for thinking I wouldn’t be that hungry. And that’s what Maxine gets for throwing her crusts at me. I’ll just eat her fungicide covered apple. That’ll teach her.

Tonight? More sprouting fun! I dumped the filtered but surely polluted ground water from my likely secretly pesticide covered “organic” alfalfa seeds through the cancer causing plastic screen.

Look! The screen even made the jar shrink! I was forced to hold it on with rubber bands. At least they claim to be rubber. Who knows what it is that makes them stretch like that, I mean come on. That’s just not natural.

Lentil sloppy joes for dinner. I’ve got to start making dinner earlier. These shorter days are doing a real number on how photogenic my meals are. Or maybe it’s those just those damn baby carrots. Yeah, let’s blame it on the baby carrots.

My cloth napkin, fork and dish were all washed with environmentally friendly products but I’ve got this strange growth on my shoulder that looks a lot like the logo on the bottle of laundry detergent.

Meh. It’s probably nothing.