Last night, my beloved Baltimore Ravens won the freaking Superbowl, and I kissed everyone in my house square on the mouth. Aggressively.
Today, I have a cold — so lesson learned. Less celebratory kissing.
Also, you’re welcome, Baltimore — because I was decked out in what I can now confirm are my luckiest of charms:
1) Purple sweatshirt, which I wore throughout most of the season and every post-season game. Why not a jersey, Ashley? You have two?! Well, one is too small, and one is way too big. And also, HELLO, IT’S MY LUCKY SWEATSHIRT.
2) Lucky undies. Yeah, that’s right. After the Broncos game (which even after a Superbowl win, might be the greatest game I’ve ever seen — unless you’re a Broncos fan..) I was all, “everything on my body is magical!” so I wore everything again for the NE game (after washing them, naturally) and then I was like — I’m totally on to something here. But I have a bunch that look exactly the same (thanks, Victoria’s Secret) so I took a sharpie, and drew an X on the butt. Last night clinched it. Lucky underwear.
3) A big ass amethyst ring. My mom gave it to me for Christmas, and I love it. I had it on for every post-season game AND when my car decided to flip over on top of me.
Speaking of my car flipping over, and lucky charms — I’m totally fine. Thank you all for all the well wishes, and messages. I’m seriously the luckiest person, ever. Plus, my neck totally stopped hurting in time for me to get my Beyonce on last night (and this morning — and really, right this second.)
And even though football season is over (victoriously!), our next embryo transfer is coming up in a few weeks, and you better believe I’ll be wearing all those lucky charms to the doctor’s office.
*UPDATE! After I posted this, Mike called to remind me that I needed to go to MVA to do some paperwork for my totaled car, insurance, blah blah blah — so I hurried up and just threw on my lucky sweatshirt and I’m totally still wearing the lucky underwear, because I haven’t showered yet. Shut up, whatever. Anyway, I get to the MVA, and I’m not exaggerating when I tell you they gave me my number, and I got called immediately. Like, the woman said to me, “Just listen for I26.” and then the thingymabobber said, “I26 to window 6.” I got my replacement title, in and out the door in five minutes. This is a miracle. So, since I’m on a roll, I bought some lottery tickets, just in case. And I am DEFINITELY wearing all these lucky charms to that embryo transfer…