Random is Better than Nothing

Random quote: 

“Why do I have to wake up so early? It’s summer vacation. I can have my own schedule. I’m not a kid anymore. Well, maybe I’m kid-ish, but I’m not a kid!”

Random question:

Do you tip the owner at a salon? I had been taught that, no, you don’t. They own the place. They get the profit. This morning Impera and I went to get a bikini wax (her first, and we probably won’t get any more this summer, but we’re going on that family vacation on Sunday, so don’t start giving me a hard time about beauty treatments for kids [or, kid-ish humans], OK?) and it was the worst experience I’ve ever had (the owner rushed it, had no interest in minimizing pain, and had terrible attitude). I left no tip, partially because she was the owner, partially because I refuse to give someone extra money when the experience was so awful.

Random change of plans (with bonus question!):

This afternoon we were going to have a picnic dinner on the town green with some of Impera’s school friends, listening to Orchestra Baobab. It was going to be birthday celebration #1. Unfortunately, the concert was cancelled because of thunderstorms (which are cracking over my head as I type). Instead, the girls will watch a movie. Maybe Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. But one of the girls has pretty strict parents. Fourteen-year-olds can watch that movie, right? We all watched it when we were that age — it isn’t inappropriate, is it?

Random hope:

Tomorrow is birthday celebration #2: Family and friends, a bbq, at the local pond. I sure hope this rain is over by then!