This might be the imposter so use your secret handshake so I know it’s you.


It was brought to my attention yesterday that I am possibly an imposter. Ruby? Can you tell if it’s me or not?


There’s another Laura Hartwick that has the same credit card number as me. Sets up accounts online and uses an email address almost just like mine to buy stuff. Like weird software that spammers might use. Not that the companies that make this stuff will actually say that. Except for Ephraim. He’s a supervisor, and he said, yeah, spammers use this stuff. Made by his company. That sells stuff to the other me with the same credit card as me. That’s not really his company, he just works in the call center in another state. He sounded sort of sad and gave me a bunch of other numbers to call to try to get Laura Hartwick, the genuine real not imposter one, out of this mess.


I think the dogs can tell which one I am. Except Gustavo. He thinks I’m a stump. It’s the real Laura, Gustavo! For real! This is way too confusing for him. Because there used to be one of me and now there’s another one of me, and Holy Double Stick Tape, Batman. This is one stinky old bucket of clams you got us into this time. TWO stinky old buckets of clams. Imposter Laura. Real Laura. Imposter Laura. Crap. Now I’m confused. I’m drawing a little X on my hand in sharpie right now. REAL Laura has a sharpie X. Don’t tell Imposter Laura.


Otterpop knows. And she will totally kick the Imposter Laura’s ass when we use our notoriously shrewd and stealthy detective skilz to find her. What if she’s a zombie? Or in the Russian Mafia? Or a circus clown with tumbling skilz? The credit card company said they are on it. My friend Bev said to lock my credit report. One of my riding students said get a police report. She should know. She got so identity thefted that her imposter even bought land in Texas for her with all her invisible future money that will never come back in the future. It’s confusing. And so potentially SCREWING.