I NEVER realised how popular I was until recently.
I've had my share of Supermum love with fan mail; some sent direct to me, some online and others via SMSs to Editor in the pages of the newspaper.
I've even had my share of critics too.
I must admit I am always happy for either fan or hate mail.
It is always nice when someone shows they care enough about what you write to put it into words of their own.
This week I found someone liked me so much they wanted to be me.
And be me they did, by creating a fake Facebook profile in my name and using some of my photographs.
Because the fake me was sending out friend requests to the real me's friends I soon had a flood of messages asking what was going on or warning me of their new-found friend.
But there were a few friends who happily accepted the new fake me. That is, until they started getting a few messages from their newest friend.
I'm not sure if it was the bad grammar, lack of punctuation, or the promise of $100,000 from Mark Zuckerberg that made them twig this new me wasn't really me.
While Facebook shut down my evil twin pretty quickly, it made we wonder what it would be like if there was indeed another me.
It would make life as a working mother a whole lot easier.
She could be the cook and cleaner while I get to spend more time with my beloved, my family and friends.
She could keep up with the other fun jobs like paying the bills and grocery shopping too while I spend my day at work.
She could get up and make me my morning coffee while I snooze in a little bit longer.
Who am I kidding? One of me is more than enough.
I couldn't handle another me and I'm sure my boyfriend couldn't either.
He may be my Superman but I think having two of me would be like him finding kryptonite.
We will both be grateful my evil twin was only around for an hour or two.
But if any of my friends did indeed get $100,000 from Mark Zuckerberg, don't forget, you have me to thank.