I think I might be obsessed. Just a little. See, last night at work I kept thinking about filling in the seams and holes in that door Mare and I stuck back together. All night long (in between sending the guys out to snatch people from the jaws of death, I mean) I kept thinking about that door and how nice it will look when it's finished. Yep, just a little obsessed. Not so's you'd notice or anything.
So when I got home I walked straight to the dining room and started mashing wood putty into that door. First I filled the seam and then the holes where those stupid little cabinet knobs were. (Did I tell y'all that someone put rubber bands on the knobs and then painted over 'em? Yep. Bet it was the same person who used paper towels and #2 pencils as insulation around the attic vents.)