I work in a pediatric dental office. The other day, I was scheduling a patient for their 6-month checkup and the day I'd randomly selected happened to be their birthday. "Whoops! It seems like I always choose someone's birthday," I laughed. The patient smiled. The patient's mom? With a scowl, she asked, "Is that because you have bad karma?" It's a weird thing to say, right? I've known this woman for years. I thought we were on good terms. Fast forward to today and it seems she may have been onto something. This morning, I ate a mini Twix at work. (Yes, in the morning. Yes, inside a dental office. Hi, my name is Kitty Deschanel and I'm a sugar-holic.) It was especially chocolatey on the bottom, which at first I just thought of as yay, lucky me. Do you see the problem here? I've devoured (and greedily hoarded/stupidly destroyed ) a million of these things and none magically contain extra-chocolate. It turns out it