Somehow I’ve cheerfully agreed to go to Los Angeles for four days … ah, I know, it’s a tough life.
Well, it IS a bit of a logistical nightmare because I leave on Federal Election day and Husband will be working until VERY late that night.
So I’ve organised a flight that allows me to vote, throw the kids at my sister – bless her – then jump on a plane with an enormous, empty suitcase.
The flight times are against me body clock-wise – I fly out at 1.30pm for 13 hours, arriving in Los Angeles several hours before I left. Not entirely conducive to sleeping even if I wasn’t suffering one of the worst insomnia bouts of my life.
But I’ve remaining positive that I will find the energy reserves to hit the ground running and so have booked a hotel equally distant between two major shopping centres.
Leaving Saturday means I’m bailing on the school fete’s cake stall. So it’s been suggested by the organisers that I freeze something. Cue anxious panting. I’ve baked a test run of cupcakes that I really should have test-iced last night but I couldn’t be arsed. I am KNACKERED. Bloody insominia.
I’m thinking I’ll test the pandas and the apples from my 5 cake stall ideas (that will walk off the table) tonight after my yearly skin-cancer check-up this arvo – the horrors of which I documented in You Want A Piece of Me. Let’s hope there are no scalpels involved this time.
Hmmm … somehow I’m not looking forward to today terribly much …
Waving my credit card around in GAP over the weekend on the other hand …
Are you doing any Election baking or sausage sizzling on Saturday?