That’d be “number two” in English, for those of you without any conceptualization of language at all or Babelfish. Perhaps I used that title because this is my second post from my new residence IN BELGIUM with my boyfriend IN BELGIUM. Have I mentioned that I now live IN BELGIUM? Okay, so yeah, that could be what this title is about….but perhaps it is also about, what I was just told, in Dutch (or at least Flemish) is called “the big errand.” As in; guess who couldn’t run a big errand for almost a week…yeah, that’s right, yours truly, the queen of anal retentiveness, c’est moi.

So, there’s my big news of the week, my friends. I’ve ridden the feared and cursed bike twice so far (and once was today and can I just tell you how unpleasent bike riding is when you’re carrying around 5 days worth of digested food in your colon?), we took the bus route to the street my class is on, we went shopping in preparation for our big New Year’s meal (shitake soup [no pun intended, honest], tandoori chicken and Buddha’s Delight), and after almost an entire bottle of prune juice, a huge bowl of something akin to All-Bran, and two of these beauties , I was finally able to drop a deuce, go do the big errand, whatever you want to call it. Much to my relief.

I really was NOT wanting to bring in the new year filled with old poo.

(I was going to post a few pictures from the mall, but I think you’ve tolerated enough from me this evening)

Happy New Years everybody!!!!!