Took my last final for the semester this week, and despite my best efforts to study and prepare, I received my worst score ever. I knew I had struggled in the class, and that I wouldn't do great, but the score was unexpected, and very deflating. Toby must have sensed it, because shortly after I got my results, he climbed up on my lap for a cuddle. What a sweet, albeit hefty, and spoiled, kitty.
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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