Monday Bloody Monday

Bobbie walked into the office this morning, handed Daulton a box full of candy corn, and asked for $20 in quarters. I know she asked for $30 last week. I've kind of lost track of what she's needed for the month as a whole, but I'm pretty sure she's still on pace to outdo last month.
Daulton's birthday is Wednesday. I know this because he has told me that his birthday was coming up every single day since he started working here. He also wrote it in big letters on my desk calender.
Blue.
A lady (I think she's Mildred's daughter) came by to bring Mildred some groceries. I had Daulton help her carry them inside. She gave Daulton some banana muffins and a coke in return. He got the hookup today.
Anna met her sister for dinner tonight. I've never been to the place where they went, but apparently it just has a big mug of rootbeer for a sign. I guess this is appropriate since they brew their own rootbeer. I think Anna and Sarah had a good time.
When Anna came back, we decided to take Daisy over to in-laws. When we got to Anna's house, Anna was going to check their mail, as she usually does. The problem is that the window wouldn't roll down. We didn't give it too much thought, but when I pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, I saw the battery warning light come on on the dash. I decided to go ahead and see if I could turn on the car again. It did nothing. Fortunately, we were at the in-laws when it decided to die. But die it did. Anna's father says he can't be sure if it's the battery or the alternator. His guess is that it's the alternator. We drove their pickup home and left the Explorer attached to a charger so that the battery has enough juice to power us to a repair shop tomorrow.
Once we decided upon this solution, we we went ahead and sat around on the porch and chatted for awhile while Daisy and Lucy played. I threw the frisbee for Hank as well.
My butt itches.
Butt hair can tickle.
I don't really have much else to say.
Apartment related people: Pam
Pam is my boss. Pam replaced Shelly about a year ago. Pam is probably in her late thirties. She has bleached blond half spiky, half long hair (something kind of along the lines of the "Kate Gosselin" but not quite). She wears reading glasses to look at paperwork. She manages something like ten properties such as this one. She's very friendly. She's also very organized. She's rather obsessive-compulsive about organization. She loves to label things and organize paperwork. I do appreciate that she's not too anal about the mistakes of others (i.e. mine). She is also a little obsessive-compulsive about messes. There is a second office here that Karen used purely for storage. Pam made it clear that it bothered her a lot and also made it clear that she would appreciate it greatly if I did something with it. The same went for the other storage areas. Sometimes it's hard to get a hold of Pam. She is on the road a lot visiting her different properties, and when she is, it can be nigh on impossible to communicate with her. That's alright though. Everything (besides paperwork) seems pretty relaxed with Pam.