The Empress in Bitches:
Dear Powers That Be -
I don't know why you took my trouble-free, cheerful, and docile daughter and replaced her with the screaming demon that now resides in our house. Was it a sick need to hear, "MINE! MINE! MINE!" screamed at 10,000 decibles for a full ten minutes? Was it a sadistic exercise in "Let's see how much Aimee can take before she pulls her hair out?" Either way, I would think that both of these needs have been met in the past two weeks and I would like The Other Emeline back as soon as possible (you know - the one without the goatee. Have you ever had to shave a toddler in the morning?)
Please accept the sacrifice of this dog, these Michael Kors shoes, and this long box of Silver Age comics in an effort to appease you.
Sincerely,
Aimee
P.S. In addition, I am enclosing a check for $5000 and some chocolate peanut butter chip brownies. The brownies are for now. Please wait until next Friday to cash the check.