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Salon, which is where Mom and Grammar get their hair cut. I have to say, though, the whole beauty salon experience wasn't that bad. First of all, they have TVs all over the place, so you can watch a show while you're waiting to get your hair cut. Second, they have lots of tabloids, those newspapers you see in the checkout lines at grocery stores. Mom says tabloids are full of lies, but I think there's some really important stuff in those things.

Gramma is always buying tabloids, even though Mom doesn't approve. A few weeks ago Gramma wasn't answering her phone, so Mom got worried and drove over to Gramma's to see if she was ok. Gramma was fine, but she wasn't picking up her phone because of something she read. CORDLESS TELEPHONES ERASE THE MEMORY OF THE ELDERLY. But when Mom asked Gramma where she got her information, Gramma said— UM... THE NEW YORK TIMES.

Gramma's dog, Henry, died recently, and ever since then Gramma has had a lot of time on her hands. So Mom's dealing with stuff like the cordless phone thing a lot these days. Whenever Mom finds any tabloids at Gramma's house, she takes them home and throws them in the garbage. Last week I fished one out of the trash and read it in my bedroom. I'm glad I did. I found out that North America will be underwater within six months, so that kind of takes the pressure off me to do well in school. I had a long wait at the beauty salon, but I didn't really mind. I got to read my horoscope and look at pictures of movie stars without their makeup, so I was definitely entertained. When I got my hair cut, I found out the best thing about the beauty salon, which is the gossip. The ladies who work there know the dirt on just about everyone in town.

MM MM MM. Unfortunately, Mom came to pick me up right in the middle of a story about Mr. Peppers and his new wife, who's twenty years younger than him. Hopefully my hair will grow out fast so I can come back and hear the rest of the story. Friday I think Mom's starting to regret taking me to get my hair cut the other day. nkledc. The ladies at Bombshells introduced me to soap operas, and now I'm totally hooked.

Yesterday I was in the middle of my show, BUT MARISSA... I... I LOVE YOU! GIRLFRIEND, YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIM! and Mom told me I had to turn off the TV and find something else to do. I could tell there was no use arguing with her, so I called Rowley and invited him over. When Rowley got to my house, we went straight to Rodrick's room in the basement. Rodrick is off playing with his band, Löded Diper, and whenever he's away I like to go through his stuff and see if I can find anything interesting.

The best thing I found in Rodrick's junk drawer this time around was one of those little souvenir picture keychains you get at the beach. SUMMER MEMORIES If you look into it, you see a picture of Rodrick with some girl.