I found a squeaky door so I got the oil and fixed it… Then did every door I could before my wife caught me.
Am I alone here? It’s so satisfying to just glide open!
Edit: She followed up with: “you’re enjoying yourself too much”
Damn straight I am. It’s the little things you have to enjoy!
She did also say “you’re enjoying yourself too much” right after catching me…
Stay strong, brother. Out of solidarity, I’m going to go label a few more things with my new white paint marker - purely out of spite.
Mine has a label maker and she labels all the things like cabinets, totes and shit. It’s nice.
I haven’t been able to find my label maker for a while. Must be in an unlabeled box or something…