After I went with my stepmom to a nail shop, we ate at this place called Pacific Rim Asian Kitchen. Can't say that I was impressed. I don't know if I'm a snob or if I don't like Japanese/Asian food and don't want to admit it yet, but I always walk away from Asian food restaurants feeling disappointed. Maybe I've just been going to the wrong ones. From the get-go, I know that what I'm eating isn't authentic. (Not that I'd know what authentic is, since I'm not Asian. But when the restaurant is a franchise or is owned/operated/staffed by primarily white people, you can almost always be certain that whatever you put in your mouth is Americanized.) And since I've been craving authentic things lately, especially food, I really can't be bothered. So it wasn't awful, but I can't say that I loved it.
After that, we came back to the house and after eating dinner we went to the library so J could do his homework. I didn't have anything to do and couldn't sit still long enough to read the book I had with me (I always keep one on me). So I took pictures. There was a particularly large and intricate dollhouse on the display that piqued my interest.
And now I'm here, writing about another pleasant but uneventful day. Eh, maybe I should've stayed in Michigan?
Probably, but you can't beat views like these.