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Monday, February 06, 2006

peanut butter cookies and absolute truth

Yesterday after church Dan and I spent about 2 hours making peanut butter cookies. We both love peanut butter cookies, but I wanted the cookies to not be so crumbly. We varied the cooking temperature and the cooking time, and each time the cookies came out crunchy and crumbly. I suppose if I want chewy peanut butter cookies I need a totally different recipe.

I have been thinking about absolute truth a lot the past couple of days. Mostly because our guest speaker at church was talking about relativism. Tim was over for Super Bowl XL and I was telling him about it - said "He was talking about absolute truth... only in a round about sort of way." and Tim bust out laughing. The speaker just never said the words "absolute truth", not sure why cause he said just about everything but. Either way I'm a fan of absolute truth.


Marshall's turning into quite the clever little man. I have a little home office and today Marshall decided he needed an office. So we got his phone, his tie and a "laptop" for him to work on and of course a cup of tea. He called me on his phone "MOMMMM!" "MOMMM! HELLO MOM!" - I'm in my office, he's in the dining room yelling into his little play phone. So of course we have a conversation, and he orders a peanut butter cookie. How'd I turn into a secretary?!

posted by Heather @ 9:50 AM

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