Compost Studios

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