What's My Sign?

I believe in fate and destiny and all that crap. I also believe in signs.

Like when I went to the grocery store- after sweating my guts out at the gym tonight- and couldn’t get into the freezer holding the Ben and Jerry’s Peanut Butter Cup ’cause some old ho was buried in it looking for the last container of Chunky Monkey, I took that as a sign that I shouldn’t be eating ice cream.

Fortunately the Easter candy was on sale and there was absolutely nobody in that isle. I also took that as a sign.