Seriously. It. Never. Fails. I was born with my foot in my mouth and I just can't seem to learn to keep quiet about somethings. And it always seems that this lack of self-control (mouth control, more like it) activates that slingshot karma I always talk about and ruins it all for me and "Jinx! You owe yourself a Coke!" I am, apparently, my own worst enemy. (I can hear Beastie Boys Sabotage playing in my head now) ... Sheesh. You think I could cut myself a break!