So, I am still at home, now with bronchitis. Between the medication and the high temperatures and the severe coughing, it’s hard to concentrate or even to get out of bed. If I happen to catch the Tennessee game this Sunday, I’ll probably think that it’s a Smurfs rerun. There’s nothing like writing a blurb on drugs (Here’s your blurb… now here’s your blurb on drugs. Any Questions?).

As my mind wanders in and out of reality, I can’t help but think about the holidays… and it terrifies me! Not that the holidays are bad, but the reason I have bronchitis right now is because I’m very allergic to dust and fragrances among many other things (I can supply a complete list if you want it), and my house got a bit too dusty.

While you guys think of setting up trees for Christmas, I’m thinking of year old dusty boxes. While you are anticipating Christmas Eve services, I’m thinking about biological warfare. Think about it… when are men and women most likely to wear (cheap) perfume? During the holidays!

This stinks in a way (pun intended), because I’m also an avid hugger. But I can’t hug anyone wearing cheap perfume because it will rub off on me, and I’ll die. There are certain people, known to me, who do not get hugs. There are other “special” people that I give a 10-foot buffer zone to, when they are standing still.

Bottom line – If you want a hug from me, or if you want me to be anywhere in your personal space, either don’t wear perfume/cologne or wear the really good stuff, which I am not allergic to (Carrie, Amy, you may be able to use this information to your advantage!). If you want to see how clean your house is, invite me over for food (which I’m not allergic to, by the way). If I’m not clutching my throat and reaching for an inhaler, you’re probably doing a great job.

Next week, maybe I’ll let you in on the secret about how I was able to lose 10 pounds in a week, and gain some killer abs.

‘Til then,
Co-missioner Brian