Oli thought it would be nice for my mother to make one for herself and one for me (this is mine; the other doll face didn't have dimples). Wasn't that sweet? Sweet and kitschy, sure.
Today was Asian culture day in Deming (I made that up) so we went to a Chinese fast food restaurant where this sign clues you in to what two random chairs are for:
And this is lunch (my lunch after I had eaten a bunch of it; my mother's was about a third this size to start with):
That is a Combo C with rice and noodles, BBQ pork, beef-broccoli, and teriyaki chicken with the sauce on the side. A mess, yes. A tasty, tasty mess.
And part B of Asian culture day:
A trip to the local nail salon. (Poor taste, yes. Sorry.)
My mother had a pedicure--and more practice driving and climbing into and out of the car. I went along for the ride. I wasn't feeling it today, pedicure-wise.
And this is the public service announcement--slash--learn from my mistakes portion of today's blog post:
Avoid these at all costs. They are inedible. And trust me, I can eat anything. Anything.
Anything but these. These taste like salty, wheaty styrofoam.
And this is the result of a mishap:
My temporary Angelina Jolie's fill-'er-up, lip filler injection style lips were courtesy of a frozen metal ice-cream scooper and a lack of common sense. (Yes, I went to bite ice cream off a frozen scooper and stuck both my bottom and top lip to it. And of course rather than calmly pouring water over it to unstick myself, I just pulled my lips off the scoop, leaving some lip behind on the scoop. And this is what that looked like, an hour later.)
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