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I think this has been the longest between blogs since I started. Fortunately, I have a good reason. Okay,  for a reason it is good, but in and of itself...very much not good.

 

I have been sick. Stomach flu. Yuck. Awful. Laid me low for a few days. Lounged on the couch under mountains of blankets and watched mindless television. Tried to read, but holding a book was too much work. Heck, holding a remote was too much work so I just watched whatever came on ABC Family (yikes!).

 

While I was out of commission, my boyfriend, Tom Brady, ended his streak and lost the SuperBowl. My older brother turned 30. I owe Justin money. I owe Aunt Kate money. Cousin Sara is seconds away from popping with her second child. And suddenly, it hits me. Huh, the whole world doesn't stop when I am sick. It is strange. Like being out of the country. When you travel and are out of touch for a while, it seems like everything left behind should stay exactly as you left it. Then, when you get home, and things are different, a friend got engaged or someone had a baby or got pregnant or whatever, it feels odd. This is similar. I know that the world didn't stop when I got sick, but my world did so it seems a bit off kilter to acknowledge that everyone else just kept right on with their lives. Once again, I seem forced to admit that the world doesn't revolve around me. Sad.

 

Oh, and the money thing. I have decided that I owe Tom Brady and the Patriots a HUGE apology. I think it is possible that I lost the SuperBowl for them. You see, I am not a gambler. Not really at all. Occassionally, there will be a game of low stakes poker but sports betting? That is my brothers' thing, not mine. In fact, I have never before bet on football. Never. Really. But suddenly, I am so gung-ho to prove my love and devotion to Tom Brady that I willingly (actually voluntarily would work better here) bet on the game. Once with Justin and once with Aunt Kate (the world's biggest Packer fan...but she was on the Giant bandwagon for this one). So, blithely believing in the omnipotent Patriots, I bet them each $10. In Las Vegas terms, small potatoes, I know, but in my universe...a huge step. I can't believe that I didn't pause, for even a moment to consider the karma. And now that karma has come back to bite me in the ass. Well, more the Patriots than me, after all, I am only out $20 but they lost a piece of history. And a football game.

 

So here it is. Tom Brady, I am sorry. Rest of the Patriots, I am sorry. Even Bill Belichek, I am sorry. I didn't do it on purpose, I swear. Nothing but love coming from my heart. But maybe, just this once, I was too impetuous and let devil on my shoulder out-shout the angel I usually listen to. Please forgive me, I will never do it again. My devotion will not die, but my gambling impulse surely will.

 

Boy, I hope Tom can get past this, otherwise, our relationship is doomed.