You know the old saying “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”?  Well, in Megan and Mac’s flat, the saying is more “If it ain’t 100% broke, don’t fix it.”   Megan’s bike is a five speed bike, but only four speeds works.  Their toaster also only toasts on one side.  It pops up, then you have to flip the toast over and put it down again.  Both of these things do what they’re suppose to do, just not perfectly.

Seriously, though, these things all work just fine.  That’s how they’re doing their part to help keeping things out of the landfill (they call dumpsters “skips”).  Most people would go out and buy a new toaster.   But their toaster just toasted me a delicious bagel, and her bike has been getting me in and out of town!

I will admit that sometimes they take it a BIT too far.  I’ve been helping out around the house as I can, and I try to make my bed (which is a futon, out flat, on their living/dining room floor), and I do the dishes and vacuum while they’re at work.

After dinner/breakfast, their tiny kitchen gets quite dirty.  Here, it’s loaded with dirty dishes.

This is their ENTIRE kitchen.  And they both love to cook. :(  Bottom left white thing is their fridge!!!

I was doing dishes yesterday while they were at work, and when she came home, I said “Megan, I think it’s time to get a new sponge.”  And she looked at me, and said “Yeah?  Ok.  There are new ones under the sink.”  I stared at her.  Seriously? If there are new ones, why hadn’t they gotten one out?

They let their sponge get THIS bad (see comparison), and Megan needed ME to tell her to replace it.

That’s a bit too far for my sake.

My mom is a librarian and she probably finishes a book every two days.  Because she reads so many different books, she often forgets what the cover of her current book looks like.  She is constantly wandering around the house saying, “Where is my book???”  Then, if I’ve misplaced something, I’ll say “Where are my sunglasses?”  And she’ll answer, “Probably off having sex with my book!”  It’s a great response.

I’ve already decided that when she dies, her tombstone will read “Where’s my book?”  I think everyone in my family can agree that is the one statement that sums up my mom the most.