Lauren has been re-facing the doors on the kitchen cabinets. She has removed all the doors and has been working on them in the garage. The other morning she asked me to hold one of the finished doors in place while she screwed in the hinges. It only took a few minutes, but due to the weight of the door and the angle, which I had to hold it in place, my arm cramped up. The finished door looks good.
When I got home from work I entered the kitchen to see that she had hung four more. I called to her in the living room. “Lauren?”
“Yes.” She said in a slightly raised voice so I could hear her from the other room.
“Are you having an affair?”
“No.” She called back matter of fact like. “Why?”
“It’s just that I see that you hung some of the other cabinet doors. I thought you needed someone's help with these.”
“No. They were easier than the first one.”
“Okay.” I said admiring the work. “Because if you were going to have an affair, it would be okay by me if the guy was also going to be doing work around the house.”