The Omen.

Two cute and youthful looking coeds walk onto a local college campus, thoughts of Saturday night fun running through their respective heads.

Okay, so it was nerdy fun. And the coeds are *cough* more than six years out of college (but, in their defense, could pass for college students...though the boys they saw walking around campus were, well, boys).

After attending a reading by the author of their last book club book, the girls walked to their car and called ahead to the restaurant where they had planned all week to have dinner. RD made a reservation and was then given what the hostess so nicely and innocently called the "confirmation code."

November 14.

Um, excuse me? Yes, November 14. That would just happen to be the birthday of The Asshole (aka Him). You know the one...the pre-RCB "man" who it took a year (almost to the day) to fully get over (though sometimes it sure seems like she thinks about him too much to fully be over him. But she is. Really.).

RD looked at Objection and said, "um, can we go somewhere else? Our check in code is November 14." Immediately recognizing the [in]significance, Objection quickly agreed.

Drastic? Perhaps. Necessary, absolutely. Seriously, the powers that be are trying to tell me something this week.