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some kind of omen?

Husband and the boys took me for a little birthday dinner tonight: it was family dinner, which means we went somewhere that serves chicken pressed into shapes no self-respecting chicken would acknowledge.  Tomorrow night, friends have offered to babysit the boys so that Husband and I can have grownup dinner. I will have to restrain myself from automatically telling the waiter to bring ketchup to the table. When we walked …