My silliness

Yes, according to my friend, I DO indeed have too much time on my hands (clap, clap)... she and her husband are part of our 'group' of 11 people who willingly spend entirely too much time together. So per our annual Christmas Dinner tradition as a group, we had a White Elephant gift exchange. We're not very nice about it either. One year at said exchange, I got a box full of the contents from another couples' junk drawer - complete with screws, lint, old door knobs and crap like that. Yes, I pouted. But this year, I got a fun (somewhat broken) ab roller. Not that I'll ever use it, but it's a nice thought. Husband got a t-shirt with a picture of a naked guy bent over with no head and it said "Your Proctologist Called - They Found Your Head." Awesome. Did I mention this is a bible study group?

Anyhow, so our friend, 'G' got a tee-shirt with some sparkly home-made design on it from one of the girls in our group who made it long ago. He of course, being the fun guy that he is, pulled that shirt on right over his button-down.

Then - it hit me. He's ROBERT IRVINE! Now, for those of you in the dark ages unfamiliar with my friend, Robert, 1. get a clue and start watching Food Network. 2. He's a famous British chef who hosts this AMAZING show called "Dinner Impossible" where he's a caterer and gets thrown into these totally crazy, impossible scenarios to cook for like 10,000 people in an hour using only things he finds in his bathroom. Anyhow, he totally rocks - he's all buff and British and me likey. I think he's awesome mostly because he's a) got a cool accent, b) a take-charge kind of guy and knows his way around a kitchen - love that about a man - especially if the man is all manly, like my Robert (you need to say it with his nice accent.)

So here's a picture of 'G' and the reason why I think he looks identical just a LITTLE like my love, Robert. However, before I show you the pics, here's the email I sent 'G' just to make things fun.

Dear brother G,

This is Robert Irvine - chef extraordinaire, and... your twin. I'm sorry to pop this on you so unexpectedly, but I had to let you know now, so that you could get me a Christmas gift. I am indeed your long lost twin brother. Apparently, we were separated at birth when our parents agreed to one of those experiments where you take a child and put him on an island and raise him in a laBORatory (insert my English accent) to see how buff and brilliant a man can get (quite obviously, it worked for me.)

I got you a Christmas gift - please print this out and frame it at your expense. I love it, and it will always remind me of my new-found twin brother.

P.S. How's mum?

Love, Robert

(Here's G...)


And Robert...



This resemblance is a little creepy, no?