Helping tomorrows olympian, or secretary

I haven’t been posting much, but I’ve been busy with my new cowbell. Well, can you blame me? There is a small cross-country ski park just down the road, and seeing how it’s an off olympic year, I thought I’d cheer on the little guy. I’ve set up camp at the inside of corner seven, waiting for the unsuspecting racers to come swooshing by. Okay, they’re not “racers” per-say, but regular people out for a peaceful ski. They love it when I wail at them, violently shaking my cowbell. This is especially effective at night – they sure go fast after I jump out and cheer them on, screaming and ringing my bell. I’m a motivator.