The Daily Baxter

We need to talk.

What did you do to my downstairs.  It’s been almost a week, and it’s still really irritating.

I know I look handsome, and I hear you say that the price of beauty is often painful, but I most definitely did not sign up for this.

And let’s be clear.  I will keep licking it.  I do not believe you that it will get better if I leave it alone.  It was your lack of judgement that got me into this pickle—I’ll be handling the situation from here.

Why don’t you take some time to think about what you’ve done.  I hope you’re happy.