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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 conditione...

Now that I'm working, I don't get to spend 10 hour days with Nadine . I miss it. But thankfully, a 10 minute conversation is just as likely to yield incredible quotes. (Here are last week's goodies. ) me: (in full melodramatic mode) AH! My room is a disaster. Why is it such a mess? And why is my life so chaotic? her: I don't know. These questions are too deep for me. me: And why don't the boys want to date me? her: (without missing a beat) Because your room's a mess. her: Oh, clothing, why am I not wearing you? her: I still don't really understand the birds and the bees... I will not teach my children about the birds and the bees, that's for sure. her: If I’m going through the pain of childbirth, it’s not going to be because of artificial insemination. her: My children will be toilet trained by the age of...six months. her: My pants fit better already since I started jogging! me: Impossible. her: No, they do. me: Nadine, you've gone jogging ...