he's crazymaking with his inability to clean crumbs up on the kitchen counter. he reads the most random crap about the proper ways to do this that or the other thing and always imparts these helpful hints at the wrong moment. ok, so maybe there's never a right moment. who likes criticism after all? especially when its delivered by your cute but slightly smarmy husband too early on a cold morning when you are making him toast?
but, he did look adorable in his orange sweater. and he made me this.