My husband is cute sometimes.
I threw my sweater on him while I was playing super mario, because I generally throw things at him that I don't want: sweaters, heavy boxes, cleaning supplies. Anyway, he took my sweater and used it as a mini blanket for a nap. I tried to get a picture of him sleeping but he got wise and saw me.
I took this picture as proof of Ski's sweet side, even though he spends 90% of his time on facebook ranting like a miserly old man. I wouldn't be surprised if he tomorrow I found him sitting on the porch spraying children with our garden hose. It's hard to believe he hates everything when he's cuddling with my sweater.