When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend named Laura.  She looked exactly like me, only she always managed to keep her clothes clean and her hair neat.  She was really evil, though.  She would do things like throw my sister’s toys out the window, or use my mother’s makeup to draw on the kitchen walls, or eat the birthday cake that was cooling on the counter.  I could never stop her from doing these things, and yet I always seemed to be the one taking the blame for the things that she did!  I would try to explain that it was all Laura’s fault, but my mother never believed me.  It was always really upsetting for me.

Finally, one day, I told Laura that I was tired of getting into trouble because she couldn’t behave and that if she didn’t get her act together I was going to rat her out.  And she disappeared.  It was the weirdest thing.  Every now and then I miss her, though.  Especially when I need someone to blame something on. :lol:

Jen