When we got home, I found this little note on my bed:
I especially love the secret part.
Yesterday I went with eldest to get much needed, after three months, haircuts. We like to go to the hair school since it is cheaper AND you don't have to pay a tip. I hate paying tips. Just be straightforward and tell me how much you want me to pay you and I will, okay? Add the 20%, or whatever you think is acceptable, to the price. And pay your employees a regular wage. Okay, that is off my chest. So I have always gotten a nice haircut there and yesterday was no exception, UNTIL we got to my bangs. Girl doing my hair to teacher, "Umm, can you come over here? She wants a kind of side swept bang." Teacher: "Have you ever cut bangs before?" Girl: "NO. Someone always does it for me." T: "Well, there's always a first time and you need the experience." I was just sitting there getting really excited for her to start cutting. Couldn't they have this conversation somewhere else? I can hear you. Needless to say, I am not loving them. But hey, they will grow.