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!
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…