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I Want To Remember These Nights

Had a lovely day in the hometown. Hung out with my parents and a couple of friends.


My parents always make me roll my eyes and they always make me laugh and they always make me smile because I love them. I think that is the right combination for family.


Coffee date tonight confirmed that there is hope. It can be tender and fragile, but it is beautiful. When the future is anticipated instead of feared, that is a very good thing.


Post-coffee date tonight reminded me of why Heather is my longest-standing friend (we have the advantage of being introduced by our mothers when we were mere babes). Tonight, she was thrilled that I told her she'd make it on my blog for the following story:

Scene - her boyfriend greets her with an Iced Cappucino from Tim Hortons and suggests they go for a walk.

"I knew something big was coming; I just didn't know what. Then he broke up with me...I looked at my Iced Cap and thought, You are no longer a neutral stimulus but a conditioned reinforcer of pain."

My first thought at the telling of her story: Really? He breaks up with you and your first thought is how he's ruined Iced Caps for you? Wow. You must have really loved them...

From here on out, I will now refer to Iced Caps as Conditioned Reinforcers of Pain.

"Hey, it's hot out. I think we need some Pain Reinforcement."
"Man, I'm tired. Let's go grab some Conditioned Reinforcers."
"You know what I'm craving today? One of those Conditioned Pain drinks..."

Seriously, though. I love Heather. Love laughing with her. Love reliving the highs and the lows (we also listened to Josh Groban and discussed our decorating strategy for our university apartment...). Love thinking about where we'll be in ten years.

So much love.

Which is fitting, because it's Thanksgiving weekend.
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