quotable ceramics.

one of these would be perfect for the plate wall collection, don't you think?

i've got the fever.

happy birthday, biebs!

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i'm not afraid to admit i've got a thing for justin bieber. i mean..... anyone want to see never say never with me?
in honor of his birthday, i'm going to let you in on yesterday's justin bieber conversation i had with greg yesterday after jen called me while i was at my office.  because justin bieber comes up in conversation.

aubry: umm, i may have just let out a davis family secret to the entire 3rd floor.......
greg: what?
aubry: i'm here at my desk and jen just called. justin bieber came up. naturally.
greg: so what's the family secret?
aubry: .... and ben and lizel MAY have heard me tell jen that "baby baby baby" are commonly sung lyrics in the davis household. by all parties.
greg: so you mislead the 3rd floor...
aubry: i've heard every single one of you sing AND whistle justin bieber lyrics.
greg: you're a politician.
aubry: not so.
greg: that doesn't mean we are fans because your ringtone got so entrenched in my head that it just happens.... we know one line.... and how the 3rd floor thinks we've got bieber fever. no so. just ally.
aubry: i mean... YOU were the one watching justin bieber videos on youtube when i walked in your front door yesterday.....
greg: it was not a bieber video. it was some little girl on a talk show. you are being such a politician right now.
aubry: i did not say a justin bieber music video. i just said justin bieber videos.
greg: it was not a bieber video....
aubry: okay.
greg: are you ready to go? i am.
aubry: yeah. stop by downstairs on your way out. ..... unless you don't want to show your face around here. i could understand that.....
greg: ugh. you have exposed me in an unflattering and erroneous light. i am the department manager! my employees cannot go on believing i really have bieber fever!

i never tell a lie, my friends. even 40 year old working professionals cannot withstand bieber fever.

embrace it!

chili's: home of the father/son intervention.

brooke called in search of dinner tonight... and even though i already ate {a home cooked meal of cauliflower cheddar soup, thankyouverymuch}, i went for the diet coke killer company.

so there we were. talking, talking, talking.... until a bizarre situation walked in the door and sat in the booth behind brooke.  and that's where our usually lively conversation came to a halt. the minute they sat down, we knew something was up. capital nerd 30-something with gel in his well parted hair and an aeropostale hoodie and an innocent little kid.

i've kind of always thought the people sitting around us got the biggest bang for their buck - getting all the juicy overshare + details of our lives. but tonight, brooke and i sat in silence.... as in, did not speak a word to each other for a full 30 minutes... as we listened in on the STRANGEST conversation between the two.

it was the dad-uses-his-kid-as-a-pawn-to-make-his-ex-wife-the-enemy talk.... using phrases like "moral mistakes" and "she took you away from me" and "i hope you can respect me" and "we need to help your little brother understand the truth"

ALL OF IT OVER A COUNTRY FRIED STEAK.

i think we were secretly being filmed for a "what would you do" show... we were supposed to intervene... but we failed.

 i hope someone caught us on camera... i'm dying to see the looks on our faces as that dad thought he was doing the right thing by manipulating that 10 year-old kid brain and when the kid came back and said, "mom says you always make her the bad guy....."