convertible carpoolers.

We’ve been forced to go green this week. Last night, I went to leave the office and my car wouldn’t start. Danny came downtown to check things out and determined its my fuel pump or something like that. So, Sylvia (nickname for my silver car) is spending the next few nights in my office parking garage until her new parts arrive and Danny can install them. In the meantime, we’re carpoolers… the convertible kind! Over the weekend, Ting took the lid off his car to enjoy the springtime temperatures. I thought I’d hate it – but I didn’t mind it at all. We had the Cut Copy blasting and it was a pretty fun way to kick off the day.



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