Now it is universally know that Cindi is the cookie-maker in our house. I have only ventured to do so maybe three or four times since living with her. It seems to be the trend that 50% of the time...I make absolutely horrible cookies. Like sugar crackers with lumps of nuts and chocolate. The sad thing is that when I get it right, my cookies are AWESOME. But when I fail, I am left scraping 40 cookies off of a sad sheet of cookie death.
But the next morning, when I woke up, Max told me:
"Bobbi, I had one of your cookies and I think they taste just fine"
Nothing like reassurance from a three year old. As long as it containes sugar, it is edible.
I am going to old missouri to see friends this weekend. It should be a blast. My family is actually going to be NASCARing it up at Talladega, so I wont be able to see them. But its good, I am glad that my mom and bro share a love of watching people turn left and get to spend time watching the aforementioned left turning together.
