Maybe in my next life…

Today the family hiked to a neighboring district.  It’s too bad I’m not a black woman, because every store was either a nail salon, a wig/weave store, or a hair salon specializing in black hair.  And let me tell you, there were some sweetazz hairdos being offered.  Our real reason for being in the 10th, however, was to eat in an alley.  Not any alley, a covered alley, full of Indian restaurants and shops:

So there’s that.

Oh, here’s something great.  Yesterday Asia got really mad.  So what did she do?  She stomped into the kitchen and washed the dishes.  Yeah, beat that.