carpool rules.

co-worker and carpool partner dave and i rely on the office commute to and fro for all of our quality conversation.

"we'll talk about it in carpool," we say.

at least three times a week.

dave lives down the street with his wife and two sons. they invite me for dinner more times than i accept {they're so kind} and they're always good for fun and games on the wii. dave used to mow my lawn - before i got a fischer-price lawn care device of my own - and he's my go to guy for all things handy. in other words, they are so good to me.

i slept through my alarm this morning and missed carpool. that's poor form in the world of carpool.

when i got to work, this was blinking on my screen:

dave: not to add insult to injury, but i was looking forward to a good carpool conversation this morning...

i replied: sorry about this morning. c-r-a-z-y. but i brought caramel brownies as a consolation prize.

and then. AND THEN. this:

dave: i have a really "nice" guy - you know - "sweet spirit and all", just one of those really "nice people" i think you might be interested in.

aubry: wwwwwwwwhat? carpool convo might have to happen immediately.

dave: seriously, though... lauren {wife} thinks he's good looking... he has use of all four limbs... he's not a recovering {or current} drunk... he doesn't have to wear a uniform to work... he graduated from utah state with a business degree... got a masters from purdue. i have no idea if he's on any social networks, but his name is ______. total stud. dark. handsome {so i hear}. 33 years old. active in the church.
aubry: well, well, hop to. make it happen.
dave: do some stalking and we'll have something to talk about tomorrow in carpool.
aubry: on it.

i love carpool.

post-edit:

dear mr. __________,
if you're reading this - you found me.

you're a better stalker than i.

happy reading.

you've hit the jackpot of material.

love, aubry.