In Which I Eat Crow

See this picture?

This is my husband, Dave. I know. Wipe that drool off your keyboard. He’s a hottie ;)

This is Dave’s brother, Trey. He’s a nice looking guy, but he’s no Dave :)

Ever since I have known these two, people have been getting them confused. We’ve had complete strangers walk up to Dave and start talking to him, only to realize that they’ve got the wrong brother. I’ve had people tell me how “uncanny” it is that they look so much alike.

I’ve never really understood it. I mean, sure they look similar – they are brothers, after all. But they’re not identical. I can easily tell the difference…

Or at least…I thought I could…*ahem*.

Let me paint a picture for you:

It’s Christmas Day. We’ve just finished indulging in a giant meal of turkey, stuffing, and all the works. The tryptophan has kicked in and I’m feeling sleepy. I get comfy in an armchair and settle in for a little snooze.

Some time passes. I open my eyes and see that everyone is headed out of the room. "Where are you going?” I ask Dave.

“We’re gonna play a card game,” he replies.

Sounds fun. I sleepily rise from the armchair and wander into the other room, where Dave is sitting with his back to me, a deck of cards in front of him.

The rest of the family is a few steps away, telling his grandparents good-bye. I reach out my arms and give Dave a bear hug from behind, hanging on his neck.

{Can you tell where this is going?}

“I’m so tired…” I say in a sleepy voice.

Silence.

Then a voice – a strange voice – says to me, “Uh…Amy?”

And that’s when it hits me.

This is not my husband’s voice!

THIS IS NOT MY HUSBAND!!!!!!!!

To say that I was embarrassed would be A VAST UNDERSTATEMENT.

Mortified.

Horrified.

And poor Trey – traumatized.

Lucky for me, my husband and my sister-in-law have a fantastic sense of humor, or I’d have been sleeping in the doghouse for sure.

So. One of these is my husband.

One of these is my brother-in-law.

Go ahead. Get them confused. I will sympathize with you.