Uncomfortably numb (bum)

It’s getting busy! Jamie turns 3 this weekend, and we’re having a little (as if…) do to celebrate. We’re counting on the weather since it’s beach-oriented, and don’t quite have a plan if the weather guys are getting it wrong. Currently we’re in for low-thirties – perfect indeed. He’s been fantasing about a cake which shall, from it’s insides, burst forth with many, many Smarties, and so I had a rather timeous epiphany earlier this evening: dispense with the complexity of building some Disney-inspired cake, and just create a cake with a gaping Smartiefest-sized hole inside. An hour or so from the beach, I’ll simply bend my rubber-arm and grant him his wish… I’ll empty a kilogram bag of chocolate goodies into the hole. I’m sure that will help for my race energy?

On that point, thirties are pretty un-perfect for the Cape Argus which is taking place on Sunday. Forecasts I’ve seen have only dared as far as Saturday, but I’d imagine we’ll get a glimpse tomorrow. My money is on high-twenties and strong winds. Mmmm… my favourite! Not even sure how I’m going to escape our neighbourhood as it is usually completely restricted during the race. This being my first foray into this cult event, I’m hoping my ass survives the saddle-time – I’m aiming for low 4hrs.

Otherwise, my gran just moved house, so I’ve bought/inherited a fair whack of new furniture which our house cannot accomodate. So we’re sort of more full than we already were. We’re also not sleeping at the moment since Erin seems to have a cold. But I am blogging. There’s that silver-lining!