In honor of my husbands birthday this past weekend, I want to take a minute and share with you all the complex that I have everyday with him: Nate is way cooler than I am. Like, there's not even a chance I can ever be as cool as him and I often feel like just giving up in trying to do so. Here's why...
He does things like this:
He catches things like this:
...And kills things like this:
He fights terrorists
No matter how many college degrees you have, he's always right.
He taught Gunther how to shoot a BB gun
My idea of decorating doesn't quite send the same message as his does
He chops down Christmas trees
And last but not least, Nate's way cooler than me because this:
And also this:
But even though Nate might be cooler than me, don't be fooled, cause I can still take him in a good 'ol fashioned wrestling match...
Happy birthday to my husband, who will always be cooler than me. And I'm totally OK with that.