Last week before heading out of town, I went in for my annual skin check at the Dermatologist. Various forms of skin cancer run in the family, so all of us adults are working to make sure we get regular checkups. Which is not always an enjoyable experience. Because, you see, it's a FULL body check-up, meaning that they check you ALL OVER. This is awkward to say the least, especially when the doc happens to be a rather handsome man, as mine is. But I figure once you've had bum surgery, you really have no dignity left, so you may as well make the best of it and go for your check-up. I'd still rather have this than a mammogram.
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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