My Husband is Way Cooler Than Me

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:

If you were to take a picture of me engaging in one of my hobbies it just wouldn't have the same effect. Take blogging for example. A picture of me sitting at my computer screen isn't really as bad ass as this.

He catches things like this:

...And kills things like this:

I've never killed an animal before. I've shot at one...twice. And missed...both times.

He fights terrorists

I'm not brave enough to fight terrorists.

No matter how many college degrees you have, he's always right.

...I'm trying to accept the fact that all this student loan debt doesn't make me smarter than him. Rats.

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

So basically he's like a lumberjack, or something.

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...

...with Gunther's help. And with him letting me win.

Happy birthday to my husband, who will always be cooler than me. And I'm totally OK with that.