Down for the count this week with what I originally thought was a Meniere's episode, but turned out to be a nasty virus. After a couple of days of that, I was finally saved by my co-worker Brianne, who was kind of enough to bring me some Sprite, Ginger Ale, and my new wonder drug. It would be TMI to give you the name of my wonder drug, but needless to say, it worked wonders, and I will always make sure to have a supply on hand from now on. 'Nuff said.
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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