Well, the offered bike has finally arrived. Said co-worker brought it on Thursday, but one of the tires was low, so he took that and fixed it. I finally got the bike home yesterday, and this morning I took it out for a trial run. I have to say that it was not without a high degree of nervousness. I haven't been on a bike in "several" years, and it's a lot higher off the ground than I remember. I had visions of a minor catastrophe occurring just trying to leave the driveway. But, properly attired with a helmet, I went for it. I survived and rode around the neighborhood for 25 minutes or so.
Hi, my name's Tracie and I'm a Mormon. That being said, I've provided enough context for the conversation I had with the receptionist at work today: Christy: (Showing me a photo) What picture is this movie from? Me: Mmmm, Serendipity maybe? Christy: No...you should know this. Me: I should? Christy: (Finally) It's from the movie "Charlie"! Me: How would I know that? I don't watch Mormon movies. They're dumb. Now that I've let the cat out of the bag, I guess I should also confess that I also don't listen to Mormon pop music (other than the original recording of The Forgotten Carols), or read Mormon fiction. So sue me. Let's face it, it's not like most of them are of real quality anyway. When it comes to Mormon music, I'll stick with my MoTab and the hymns of Zion.
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