Bach'en It

What Mrs. Muller thinks of The Muller

Mrs Muller and Princess Muller jetted off to New York Tuesday, so my son and I have been female-less since.  The idea of bach-en it (being a faux bachelor) offered unique opportunities for the son and me, and we've since availed ourselves.  Man food has been consumed, I kicked that heavy comforter off the bed, and guy flicks have played on the TV when Dr. Phil would have been on otherwise.  It's been something.  They get back tomorrow and I can't wait.

Tuesday night was by myself as my son worked.  I heated up a casserole Mrs. Muller froze for us and drank coffee.  I thought to play some Metroid Prime since Mrs. Muller wouldn't be there to tell me to turn down the TV,  but my heart wasn't in it.  I picked up a guitar and strummed along to the tunes playing in my head.  I broke into some improvisation with a pentatonic scale in the key of E minor.  Mrs. Muller usually tells me to go to another room, or turn it down.  Still, I soon lost the zeal to jam.

Wednesday my son was home and we decided on man food; cheese omelets, sausage and buttered toast.  We sat down with our fried goodness in front of the TV for a guy flick, 2012.  My son made it through the first 20 minutes and somehow I sat through all two and a half hours of it.  That movie is pretty bad.  We both discovered that sometimes guy flicks suck.

This morning at breakfast I noticed that the milk was almost gone.  I splashed a little on some cereal and hoped what I left was enough for my son.  Mrs. Muller called several times today to regale me of the beauty of upstate New York and Vermont.  I listened intently and inquired about Princess Muller.  All were fine and enjoying their little sojourn.  "Splendid," I said.

I met my brother-in-law for dinner tonight while my son went to a friend's house for some epic guitar jamming.  After a shower I noticed the skivvy pile was not it's usual piled high self.  I figured I needed to do some laundry.  At the restaurant I noticed I'd dressed myself in a green plaid shirt, brown shorts, black ankle socks and blue and orange cross trainers, but my hair was gelled just so.  My brother-in-law told our server that my wife was out of town.  He later told me that he thought she liked me as evidenced by the fact that she gave me more fried okra than she did him.  He's a trouble maker.  We sat and ate smoked chicken and beef brisket.  He talked about his new girlfriend and I talked about my old wife (as opposed to a new wife, not that she's old).  When we left the restaurant I told my brother-in-law that I'd have to tell Mrs.Muller about it because she would like it.

So, tonight I'll watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail because Mrs. Muller dislikes British comedies and doesn't care for me to watch them when she's around.  I miss the fact that she won't be here to tell me to turn the TV down.  Mrs Muller is a bit of a bed hog, so having the bed to myself has been nice, but it's beginning to lose it's appeal.  But, she'll be back in it tomorrow night, poking me in the back with her knees or slapping me with an errant back hand.  I think I'll make the bed in the morning; she'd like that.  Oh, and I'll go buy some milk.