So here I am, sitting at the office. I'm sleepy because little Baby Tyrantina was up all night with tooth pain, and I thought I'd just nip across the road to the little muffin shop for a pick-me-up. They make the best cupcakes ever. Chocolate, with vanilla icing, and pretty little blue fondant flowers embedded in the icing. "Just the thing!", I thought. But clearly, fate had other plans. I stepped outside my office building, and was crossing the street toward the muffin shop, when who do I see crossing the street, not 10 feet in front of me? My dreaded ex-H. He is the proverbial bitter angry guy, and he would have engaged in a confrontation just for fun. But he was looking straight ahead, and didn't see me. Whew! Phew! I changed course in mid-street-crossing, walked around the block in the opposite direction (pausing long enough for evil-ex to clear off) and came back to my desk. Clearly fate is trying to stop me from breaking my diet with delicious cupcakes!