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!
Once one of those damn bottles gets in your hand you start to see how many hinges and other metal, mechanical parts are in your home.
And it’s glorious.
The guy above you is named “TacoTroubles”. YOU’RE THE REASON FOR HIS TROUBLES!!!