Odds are.
The Odd Couple.
Odd man out.
This feels odd.
I could go on forever, baby…but I hope we don’t have to.
We have 3 sets of “facilities” in Hacienda Bing. We did, that is, until some needed repair work took 2 out of 3 offline. Meatloaf might have sung that “two out of three ain’t bad”, but this week has thrown us off our routines.
1 of our 5-some is off at college. That leaves 4 of us to scramble for time sharing. Little Frau and I have experience sharing tiny abodes from days gone by, but the twins have not faced sharing a bath since back around the days in the womb, or shortly there after.
Odds are, the repairs may be done by week’s end, at least for one of the two rooms (or so the repairman.says), and two out of three ain’t bad. By then, maybe things won’t still feel so odd. Truth is, we are just starting to get used to the closer quarters and the aura that sharing out of necessity entails.
Well, now you know a little of the climate here. I could talk longer, but I need to go get in line for my turn at the sink….
