[voice post]

[the_wheezy]

... 134, 135, 136, 137.

Odd. Bollocks.

I don't feel good about living in a flat with an odd number of kitchen floor tiles. I just don't.

We need to fit another one in. I insist. Or move. Either one.

Maybe I miscounted, though. I'll try again.

Comments

[quackingly]

Moving seems a little drastic, don't you think? Why don't you just...draw a line down the middle of one of them and count them as two separate tiles?

[the_wheezy]

Well then they'd be the wrong size, and still one tile. Do I look like a total moron?

[quackingly]

Oh no, no, it's not that! I just thought that might be easier...

I-If you cut them all down to half size, then they'd be even, right? I think. I've never been good with math.

[the_wheezy]

And what if one should crack into three pieces instead of two?

[the_wheezy]

It's just... wrong. I don't like it.

[the_wheezy]

It's not a night or two, it's the principle of the thing!

[just_rosey]

Deary, do rest the night before you think of moving, hmm?

[the_wheezy]

Someone did say that, but then they mentioned cracks, so now I've got to worry about the sodding cracks.

[just_rosey]

Poor dear. Did you try taking a nap?

[the_wheezy]

Nah. It's fine, though.

[charmedillusion]

But if we move, there's a very good chance that one will have an odd number of kitchen tiles, too.