That the day I run into my ex boyfriend in the grocery store is the day I have no make-up or hair product and am wearing a pair of jeans with a bleach stain on them and Daddy-0's big work jacket. Not that I care. Really I don't. I haven't seen the guy in 6 years. I am a happily married woman. But it would have made me feel a little better to run into the lying cheating loser looking fabulous. That's not too much to ask, is it?