So Bri has been gone now since Wednesday, and gets back Tomorrow (Sunday) night.  These were hailed as my 5 days of bachelorhood, in which I would live the wild and crazy single life once more.  Here’s how things panned out…

Wednesday…

Sick as a dog…get my Dad to drive Bri to the airport while I attempt to wrastle up some sort of antibiotic   for a terrible respiratory infection.  The doctor doesn’t open til noon but I find out my Dad has a refill on his and get it filled early to try to get better faster.  Shhhh…don’t tell the doctor.  Day 1 of bachelorville consists of 1) coughing 2) sneezing 3) coughing & sneezing 4) sitting 5) lying down.  Woo.  Hoo.

Thursday…

Pretty much identical except the part where I start to feel a little better and start sneezing a little less.  Did I mention that my Mom & sister are in New York and my Dad is thinking about heading up north for a while, which would leave me and my brother as the last Holloways standing…I decide to watch a couple movies and do more of that fun sitting and lying down game that was so very fun on Wednesday… Yip.  Eee.

Friday…

Fourth of July and how do I celebrate?!  With Mucinex and a shiny new humidifier!  The sweet and wonderful Arizona air is as dry as my wife’s humor…(I’m allowed to say that, she’s in Maine!).  I do manage to take some pictures of our wacky sky as a storm begins to brew.  We’re not too used to clouds!

Other than that I skip the fireworks and rent a movie with a friend. The coughing and sneezing has fully subsided under the powerful help of the little pink pill.

Saturday…

Whoops.  I think I made a couple of mistakes.  1). Mucinex Sucks.  I’m coughing more and feeling worse.  2).  The Humidifier sucks.  I’m coughin more and feelin worse.

Little known fact.  Apparently if you have Asthma (which I do) then a humidifier can actually make you worse…especially if you have hard water (like we do) because it’ll push those fun little particulates into the air..and then into your airways.  You also have to be careful with how humid you make it…(which I wasn’t.)  We’ll chalk this day up as a step backwards…as I abandon my humid bedroom and sleep on the couch.  Which is what I’m going to do here in a minute after I finish this blog.

Moral of the story:  Bachelorhood does not exist after you are married.  Any pursuit of it will lead you down a dark and saddening road of sickness and misery for days on end!

COME HOME BRIANA!