My friends and I in Japan

I went to an orange fix-temple. My mother and Jeni would have liked it, my mother because of the orange and Jeni because of the foxes. 

I had a birthday dinner. 

Oh oh oh! the moment Evita is considering buying the penis rock! Let me tell you, I admire her ability to see beyond the phallic associations. She just "well it does look like a penis, but it could also be some kind of tower on a rock, it's nice, I like it!". I bet all sculptures face a moment when they accidentally make a penis. There are so many shapes, but our minds wants to see body parts in everything.  We walk around in the nature and then suddenly "look, there is a face in that rock!", "don't you see these hills are a pair of breasts, these fried eggs too!", "this strange carrot look like a little carrot man!". That's human psychology. Perhaps the dogs think stuff look like dogs.