mistaken identity

The press continues to pick on Laura. And they are so inept that they have somehow confused her time in grad school with mine. Yes, we were both going to library school, but we look very different when we're passed out on a fraternity pool table. But you know how the press can be!


Laura with a cute little bob,
not unlike mine.

So I wonder if it's the hair that's throwing them off, or the illustrious career in edumacation? Who can say? All I know is that if I get stopped one more time while jogging on the mall for an autograph, I am going to have my secret service boys kick some booty. (Dumb tourists!)