Holy cold caffeinated beverages, Ralphie, you had to oil a door? At least you got a "thank you." When I finally got tired enough of the squeaking hinges on the bathroom door, I rummaged around and found my trusty oil can, and did it myself. As I was applying the oil and working it into the hinge, my husband looked up and said, "it won't do any good," even as with the next swing of the door, the hinges were silent.
I know!
The very act of oiling the door, blurs the sexes and the duties of both. The door is firmly in the house, even more so the one door leads to our bedroom or the laundry room, which is clearly in her domain. I actually held off oiling to door for fear of stepping on her toes. I would not like her going to the shed and messing in my tool box. Or "fixing" something on my boat!
