matchmaker, matchmaker.

sunday night. call from aunt rebecca.

rebecca: "aubry, i'm at your parents house. your older brother and his family are here. so is his old mission companion, kevin."

aubry: "hmm... i don't know him."

rebecca: "that's my point. why don't you know him, and why aren't you dating him? he's so nice..."

aubry: "stop. i've said this since i was 15... nice is not good enough for me. everyone's nice."

rebecca: "he's from orem. you two are so close. i'm going to give him your number."

aubry: "beck... you've got to assure me he's got more going for him than nice."

rebecca: "like what?"

aubry: "like savings for 2 - 401k's."

monday night. call from dad.

aubry: "beck called me last night"

dad: "yeah, i heard she wanted to set you up with jeff's loser friend"

aubry: "uhh, dad... jeff came home from his mission like 10 years ago. don't you think if this kid was of any worth to jeff, i would have heard about him, say, anytime in the last decade?"

dad: "don't worry about it. the kid's got a 44 inch waistline and he's afraid of his own shadow. he'll never call you."

the end.