Letters of Intent

Dear Attitude,

Can I just say that you are my worst quality? I mean, in pictures, you're great. Don't get me wrong, the "kissy face", the "hip pop", and the "eyebrow", are greatly appreciated. By the way, I'm running low on scrapbooking supplies; chip in, or ship out.
So it's not that you don't have your uses. Like when mom used to ask us to do something. Or when we are on stage. There, on stage, you may let yourself run wild and free. It's the stage! You can be, do, say, think, and feel anything you want, Attitude. But not here.
You see, you tend to rear your ugly head at just the most inappropriate times. That person did not wake up with the intention of cutting you off in traffic. That person didn't mean to say that the way it came out. Or maybe they did, but that's on them, not you. The mosquitoes have a job to do. A nasty, annoying, aggrivating job, but their just doing their job to the fullest extent of their ability. And the sun did not unleash a personal vendeta on us today... we just apparently don't know when to apply sunscreen. And Mike certianly wasn't prepared for the appearance you made this evening. It was undeserved, and we had to appologize for it.
So, to be clear: In the future, we need to stop, take a deep breath, bury the diva, and use our nice voice. And if you could let your good friend, Emotions, know that we're also running low on mascara, and would appreciate cooperation in that area, that'd be great.

Sincerly,

Woman in need of sleep, aloe, Benadryl, a good friend, and her husband.