Conversation with my keyboard
V-Grrrl: So Keyboard, what are we going to write about today? I owe Expatica a blog entry on life in Belgium, and I think my Muse is vacationing in Spain.
Keyboard: Oh Spain. Wouldn’t it be great to be THERE right now. The food, the architecture, the Mediterranean, the SUN. Give it to me!
V-Grrrl: I wish I could. This time of year in Belgium it seems the wind just sweeps in one howling squall after another.
Keyboard: No wonder your Muse went to Spain. Belgium’s tourism slogan should be: Gray skies. Green grass. Horizontal rain.
V-Grrrl: Oh sure, Keyboard, people would come in droves to experience THAT. I can see the tourists sending postcards home. A photo of Manneken Pis on the front and on the back a single line: “I came here for the beer and chocolate but all I got was wet!”
Keyboard: No, no, no—I’ve got a better one! “I came here for the beer and chocolate and all I got was pissed!”
V-Grrrl: Ha, ha ha! How about “I came here for the beer and chocolate and all I got was FAT!”
Keyboard: Um, V, that’s not funny.
V-Grrrl: Sigh. You’re right. It’s not funny. It’s TRUE! Sheesh, the expat fat is depressing me.
Keyboard: Yeah, and it’s really DEPRESSING the desk chair. I’m glad I get to sit ON your lap and not UNDER it.
V-Grrrl: That’s quite enough, Keyboard! You’re hurting my feelings.
Keyboard: And you’re hurting the chair! Ha, ha, ha. OK, OK, OK, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Have a piece of chocolate. You’ll feel better.
March 6, 2007
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Reader Comments (12)
Oh, the sun'll come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow...uhm, maybe not...
They're talking about the size of your package--or maybe the results of that big Mexican dinner. Electronics are so RUDE.
I've moved on over to red wine, rationalising that liquid's not fattening ... sssh!
You're completely correct. Alcohol evaporates--and the calories disappear into thin air!
:)