Hi there! So today, Koa and I treated ourselves to a Japanese lunch of sushi and ramen! It was so good… we haven’t had Japanese food in a while since Mariko and Bay left for Japan. In the photo above, you can see the “tamago transfer” where Koa gives me his hard-boiled egg. He doesn’t like them in his ramen, so I get double. 😁
In other news, I was eagerly expecting a new fountain pen to use with some blue ink I ordered. When I opened the package, the ink was there, but there was another strange-looking box. I knew I was buying a cheap Chinese pen from a suspicious Amazon.com seller, but I didn’t expect them to package it in box that says “MissKiss Eyelash”.
And when I opened the box, sure enough, it was a pair of fake eyelashes… 😠
So I left a poor rating for the seller on Amazon.com and returned the eyelashes. That Chinese pen non-transaction left a bad taste in my mouth… consequently, I’ll not be trying to reorder it, but instead go with another more reputable brand, from a less-suspicious seller.
I hope you had a good day!
When I was younger, I used to have a recurring dream in which I would fall from a great height. This was usually preceded by a seemingly safe climb which quickly turned into a harrowing cliff-hanger. I could have been on a ladder, or a playscape, or on a mountain path.
Anyways, I’d find myself hanging on for dear life, dangling over the precipice, then I’d lose my grip and fall. My stomach would rise to my throat, just like what happens when riding a rollercoaster. But the strange thing was, I would always hit the ground, then get up, unhurt, and be on my way.
This dream happened so often that I soon got used to the falling and didn’t fear dying anymore. I knew I would “land” safely in a second or two. However, I still have the fear of getting that rollercoaster feeling.
And my brother also had similar dreams. Strange?
This post was prompted by The Daily Post from WordPress.
The photo is of my kids having fun at a camping trip at Pedernales Falls back in 2011.