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!
Oh I got that too. Bought some nice wood cutting boards and the wife was putting them in the dishwasher like the plastic ones. They cracked…
Now I’m the only one allowed to wash/care for them.
This is also on top of me being the only one to wash the kitchen knives because she can’t be bothered with all the steps.