Went for my home inspection yesterday. I confess, I was half-way hoping there would be issues, so that I could sound the alarm and my hero Mike Holmes would come to save the day and "Make It Right". Cooler heads prevailed however, and other half of me is thankful to report that there are no major issues with the house that Inspector Barry could see. So, we are one step closer to completing the sale. Later this week, the appraisal.
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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