To be fair, he did climb 20 feet in the air to painstakingly paint the walls that I recklessly put nail holes in. With his bad knee and shoulder. Ten miles in the snow. I offered to do it, but he indelicately said I was too clumsy AND I didn't know how to cut in. Men are so funny. Don't they know if you fall a lot and mess up the job when there's manual labor to be done, they'll ban you from helping? Which just gave me an idea. Tonight I'm going to ask Mitch if I can use his Dewalt (no, you don't just call it a "drill" for crying out loud) so I can install the girls' coat hooks. That should put a fire under his ass to do it himself. God, I'm amazing. No wonder he married me.