My knight...

...in shining armour.

That's M.
Especially today.
He got into what could have turned into a huge fight with one of his "roomies" (he's living in a dorm, sort of) who apparantly has either too much testosterone or just a bad temper... M asked him politely to mop up next time he's taken a shower, but added "I've done it now, though" (because he's just too nice. Seriously! He's already sanitized the entire bathroom once after someone drank too much and passed out in there after displaying some VERY impressive upchuck reflexes...) and the guy literally attacked him... Started shoving him and yelling and accusing him of being a racist. Que?

Luckily, my husband is cool as a cucumber in situations like that (he's been working actively against violence, patroling the streets and such, for MANY years and have had way worse that that) but it still bugs me.

I just don't like people being mean to the person I love most in the world.

Anyhow.
Over at the Nook, Becky found this fab PencilLines sketch by Åsa, and some of us decided to go ahead and interpret it.
Here's my version.
Almost all of it is Crate paper.

Gotta adore them! :)