My "Twin"...

...Appears to be in some sort of really terrible improv troupe of 4, that is SO good, Starbucks is their rehearsal location. Her friends keep shooting me nasty looks. I love how i'm the one freaking them out -- they are the ones who are flailing about violently and screaming. They are making animal noises now, which are apparently extremely funny to them. I sure do hope my Twin has a job, because if she is banking on her acting career...I don't think it's going to happen to her. Maybe I should give her some money.