Dear Punk,

That's right little purse snatcher, I'm calling you out. I'm sure you've Googled me and found my site where I post pictures and tell stories of my sweet little children by now.

I just want you to know that I'm on to you and you're not getting away with this.

I spent several days blaming myself for this. To get to sleep at night I've been telling myself that my purse was just lost and would turn up eventually.

Thanks to a little thing called a phone record I now know not only that my purse was truly stolen but I know who your friends are and how to get ahold of them. It dawned on me this afternoon to pull up my AT&T account and just check to see if any calls were made between the time my purse went "missing" and the time I notified my cell phone company. Bingo! Over 30 calls were made to about 4 phone numbers.

I talked to the police today and they seemed very interested in my case. I don't think it was fake interest either. They're probably firing up their sirens right now and heading over to your friends homes. Interrogating and torturing them until they give you up. I wish I could ride along to see their scared little faces.

Enjoy your last few hours of freedom because I can assure you, they are numbered.

Signed,
Your Not So Helpless Victim

P.S. If you even attempt to use my pre-paid jump pass at Jump n'Party I will be even more irate than I am right now. That pass cost me $50 and was intended for Charlie - not you!