My Superman

What's the point of having a blog if you can't brag about your family a little?

Isn't he cute?

WARNING: If you are sick of hearing girls go on and on and on about how great their husbands are...stop reading now.

Things I never have to do because I married Christian Carnley:

• Laundry: I don't know exactly how it happened, but Christian is the laundry guy. When there are bags of clothes to be hauled to the wash room, he does it. When the timer goes off and it's time to switch loads, he jumps into action. Folding? Yeah, that's mostly him too. 
• Reach for things: Christian is taller than me. Now that I'm married, I don't have to use a chair to get that bowl out of the top cabinet or jump around on my tippy-toes to get a box of cereal at the grocery store.
• Kill bugs: We live in a basement. In an OLD basement. So naturally we get little visitors with lots of legs every once in a while. Spiders are the worst. I can't go near them because they totally freak me out. Christian is an arachnid's worst nightmare.
• Take out the garbage: Even when Christian and I were first dating, he'd take out the garbage. We'd be at Home Base in sojo and if the garbage can needed emptying, he'd just do it, without being asked.
• Drive: For those of you who know me, it will come as no surprise that driving is one of my least favorite things. It's not that I can't drive, I just don't like to. Christian is like my personal chauffeur, and has been pretty much since high school. 
• Math: Numbers are not my forte. So anytime there is a task involving numbers (comparing prices at the grocery store, balancing money stuff, etc.) Christian thankfully steps in.
• Open doors: Chivalry is not dead when it comes to Christian. He is so quick to grab the car door, front door, or whatever it may be and hold it open for me.
• Grate cheese: I despise grating cheese. Maybe it's our grater, but I've sliced my fingers far too many times. Bloody cheese does not a good quesadilla make.
• Make the bed: I'm not the best at making my bed. Despite my parent's best efforts, it never really stuck (former roommates can attest to this). Christian on the other hand, cares more about things being neat and tidy than I do. Thus, every morning, he makes the bed while I'm straightening my hair or something.
• Set an alarm: Christian sleeps on the side of the bed nearest to our bookshelves/our charging phones. So naturally, when our alarm sounds in the early a.m. hours, he takes care of it. And on those days when I have class later than him, I still don't set my alarm. He takes a break at work and gives me a call to make sure I'm up. 
• Pack my backpack: Like almost every morning, I take longer to get ready than Christian. So while I'm in the bathroom messing with my hair, he lovingly listens to my list of what I need for the day and adds my phone, lunch, textbooks, etc. to my bag.

So you may be wondering what the heck I do around the house. Well, I cook, clean...look pretty...but then again, Christian does all that too.