Weekend Update with Mattrix

Dear Diary,

 

Happy Monday! (bah humbug)  Wow, you're cranky today Diary.  What's wrong?  You're not still mad at me because I didn't take you on my bike ride are you?  What do you expect me to do with you?  That's so stupid.  What guy is going to show up to go mountain bike riding with his buddies with a diary in his hand?  Not me, that's who.  I can see the entry now on top of one of the hills.

 

Dear Diary: Wheeeee!!

 

Anyways, you should be glad I didn't take you.  I spun out and crashed on our last downhill run.  I probably would have crushed you because I landed on my back.  My friend, Slider, thought that I was doing a trick because he saw my back tire lock up and start to fish tail.  I don't remember what happened next, but I was informed that my bike turned 180 degrees and then I ended up in some sort of pretzel formation.  Slider was kind enough to not laugh, oh wait!  That's right, he was laughing hard as I lay on the ground strikingly similar to Pollyanna when she fell out of her window (in the 1960's Disney movie).  Fortunately, I didn't get hurt too bad.  My shins were shredded a bit from the bike pedals and my shoulder is sore, but at least nothing is broken.

 

That was Sunday.  On Saturday, we had our first soccer game (we're the Fireballs).  Mattrix Jr. scored the first goal for our team.  I was a proud Poppa.  Have a good day Diary.  Try to relax and cool off okay?  You've got such the temper lately.  Have a little sympathy for me, I have a boo-boo on my shoulder (sniff, sniff).