Haven't you heard? Spring is here, spring is here, spring is here.

Something horrible happened yesterday. I came home from work on my lunch break to find that Sable had a big patch of bloody, matted-down hair on his side. He must have scratched himself until he bled. It was horrible because I hate the sight of blood, especially when it's coming out of my puppy. Sara and I are going to have to hold him down and trim his nails, because he still won't let me near him with the nail-trimmer.

I was off from work today, so I gave Sable a bath, washed his beds, rode my bike, cleaned the apartment, and visited at Grandma's house. Her house was crazy-busy because Jacob and his family are in town from Alabama and Aunt Connie and Eva were over too. I helped Grandma shell the shrimp.

Supposedly some guy who had applied for a job at work had a job interview yesterday morning at 9:30. When I got in that afternoon, nice mananger told me that he was there at 7:30, when the store opened, walked to the break room of his own accord, and fell asleep on the couch. Head manager threw him out. I found it hilarious because it's the sort of crap that never happens where I work. Seriously, almost everyone I know has stories about outrageously incompetent coworkers, but I hardly ever do.

Sally: "We are going to see some very strange things as we move forward."

P.S. The title of this journal is a line from a song sung by child actress Ann E. Todd in her 1948 movie Three Daring Daughters. The quote from Sally is something she said to me yesterday when I had a lady do a refund for a bag of Chex Mix!