Long Run, Breakfast With Friends and Taking Over The Man Cave

Image from Facebook.com- Another Broken Egg Cafe Birmingham, AL

Saturday I had a much needed break from running races, almost all of them fast, sprint races, even though one was a hilly 15k and hard to sprint, but the hills made up for it. I seriously needed a long, slow run because I haven't run more than 1 hour and 1/2 straight in over a month. My friend L, who use to be known as the running nazi, but now I will refer to her as Little L, wanted to take me to breakfast after our run since I am moving in a week.

Several of us met at 6:30 a.m. and ran. Only four of us ran the full 10 mile run and then went to Another Broken Egg Cafe to eat breakfast. Sweet Little L treated all of us and it was delicious! It was me, Little L, Mel and our running buddy, K, who looks like Morgan Freeman and I suspect might be the real Morgan so I will call him that on here. I felt honored to dine with such famous peeps! I didn't have my camera to take pictures, but I found these online that look exactly like what we ate from Another Broken Egg Cafe.

Image from Urbanspoon.com  - French Toast

Image from yelp.com - Belgian waffle 

I had delicious french toast, Morgan had the Belgian waffle, Little L had a veggie omelet and Mel had the gluten free pancake. I wish there had been more gluten free menu options around when the Boy was little.

Image from yelp.com - veggie omelet

Image from foodspotting.com - gluten free pancake

I am planning to run 13 miles with them this weekend since I'll still be here. Actually, I will still be here for several weekends until the house is sold or until we list it with a realtor. We had a very successful open house Sunday despite the rain and the fact the only ad was the open house sign we put out by the road.

I was using the Murph's man cave/office on my laptop in between showings during the open house to keep my laptop out of the way. The Murph did not really like this one bit. My cats were at my feet while I was in there and he really didn't like that either. He came in and pointed out several times that this was his man cave, no girls allowed. He pointed to his man cave plaque that was above my head.

I told him I wasn't doing anything girlie in his man cave, but this didn't reassure him. I also tried to convince him that I was authorized personnel since I am his wife now. According to the Murph, this fact still didn't authorize me. He was extremely relieved when the open house was over and me and my laptop moved back into the family room which is a co-ed zone where girls are allowed.

This morning I was informed that I had left a glass with lipstick marks on it in the man cave. I immediately went to get the offending lipstick covered glass, but the Murph said he had already "taken care of the evidence." He also informed me that he sensed a "presence" in his man cave. A girlie one and he didn't like it. Not in the man cave.

It will probably take a few days for his man cave to get back to normal. Maybe I should call a priest to help speed up the process.

Snarky

The Murph's new word of the week is snarky.

Snarky - an adjective used to describe me when I'm suffering from PMS.  

The Murph is either very brave or very, very, very foolish.  

For the moment, I am in control and except for shooting him a couple of stink eyes, there have been no casualties.  I prefer taking it out on the machines at the gym.  I just ignore him as much as possible and allow him to entertain himself with his own "cleverness" and "extensive" vocabulary.   He loves to amuse himself with his cleverness.

However, if he hisses at me one more time I just might lose it.

Or if he looks at me one more time and says, "I'mmm seeiiiingg thingggs." (those "things" would be what we jokingly call the snakes coming out of my head)

As I was gathering towels around the house to wash today, he came out of his man cave to find out what all the activity was about.  I couldn't gather all the towels because Cadence was napping on a pile of them in my closet.  I tried to gently pull them out from under him, but he wasn't budging and I am pushover when it comes to that little bast, uh, I mean precious kitty... 

Apparently, I had plenty of towels to wash anyway, without the ones that Cadence was napping on because the Murph pretended to gulp loudly when he saw how much I was stuffing into the washing machine.  Then when I turned around and gave him the stink eye, he said, "Snaaarrrkyyy!  Ooohhhh, somebody's a little crabby....!"  He was really enjoying himself today.  So witty!  Dangerously witty.

The Boy got a taste of my snarkiness yesterday when he didn't get out of bed until late afternoon.  Totally disregarding everything Dr. W told him to do to get back on track.  Insurance doesn't cover those visits and the Boy isn't even doing what Dr. W. told him to do.  One of the things he isn't suppose to do is to sleep over 9 hours.  Whenever the Boy goes to sleep, he was told to set his alarm and wake up 8 to 9 hours later.  No exceptions.  We paid good money for that advice so he better use it!  Money that the Running Nazi could use for our wedding budget! 

Phantom hanging out in the man cave

Now the Boy is back to sleeping way too much.  When I went down to check on him yesterday morning, he got mad at yelled at me for waking him up.  Then, when he finally got up after sleeping over 12 hours, he blamed me for not waking him up.  Whoa!  

This is really not a good time of the month for the Boy to do that!  Actually, no time of the month is a good time for him to do that.  So I did the only thing left to do.  I let him have it.  He made up a bunch of excuses.  Today, I've been down there twice to wake him up and he's still not cooperating.  

Looks like I'm going to have to resort to the cold glass of water poured on the head kind of wake up call.  The Boy use to really love that when he was younger and refused to wake up for school.   Not! 

I don't even begin to know how I am going to get him to exercise, which is another thing Dr. W. told the Boy to do.  You would think that since I exercise so much that it would be easy to drag him along.  Well, it wasn't easy when he was 12, but I managed it.  It got impossible when he was 16, so I finally gave up.  

Now he's 20.  Somehow I have to make exercise something he wants to do for himself, not something I make him do.  At 20, there's no way I can make him do it.

Snarky doesn't work with the Boy.  Snarkiness goes right over his head.