Strangely-flavored deliciousness in a language I don't understand

lingos, eyes, & ice cream

About five Asian women and two guys work at the nail salon next to Dairy Queen, and almost always, the two guys do my sister’s and my nails. We are not girly-girls, so we don’t go often, but when we do, the nail stylists recognize us. I think it’s because we look like twins; if only one of us goes, we inevitably are asked the whereabouts of the other. Continue reading