The musings of Paj Dawb (Hmong for "White Flower") - I serve the mentally ill/disabled by day, teach piano by night, and spent 6 years worshiping side-by-side with the Hmong branch of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Alaska. There's nothing average to see here...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
PS.
My father made cookies and left them on top of the stove.
When I first saw them them I thought, "Oh goodness, there sits chocolate, milk, and egg ridden yummy creations."
And then...
I realized they were not at all a temptation.
So I took a picture with my phone and decided to share.
Enjoy. Or not.
1 comment:
Joanna dear... I don't know what is posessing you, but just thinking about the delicious food you're passing up is making me crave all of it!
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