identity, the interwebs

it’s sad when you can’t even recognize yourself.

This morning, I clicked over to Awkward Family Photos for a quick peek. I saw this:

and spit a moutful of dunkaccino all over the Bureau of Labor Statistics report for Vermont. I was all ready to rip laughingly into my brother for submitting an old but hilarious photo of me online, along the lines of: WTF RON WHERE DID YOU GET THIS & WHY DID YOU SEND IT IN W/O TELLING ME FIRST?!?!

I’m so glad I didn’t because then I realized:

a) though I was a Girl Scout for a year or two, I never actually had the uniform;
b) I never lived in Arizona;
c) my name is not Kim.

Clearly, I have a doppelganger somwhere in this world.

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