R.I.P. Manny
So my wife managed to kill our pet praying mantis yesterday. I guess you could say she over-loved him. Too much petting and poking is probably not so good for such a solitary insect like that. We only had him in captivity for a few weeks, but he was a swell pet. Now we have a big tank full of crickets in our dining room. Oh well, so that’s that.
So this weekend was cross nationals. Good thing I raced sick all weekend. Poor results Friday due to a crash and a mechanical. Lackluster results on Sunday- I should have been much further up than I was. I am full of excuses, but I won’t bore you with that now. At least Trebon won the championship on Saturday, so we can all stop wondering about all that.
No fuckin’ stupid pictures of myself riding on this blog entry!
I’m glad I don’t have to ride my bike for a few weeks now. Time to play some hoops and drink some cold ones.
