This is just a little anecdote from our household. My husband was supposed to cook the potato pancakes I made from scratch last night. Which, btw, were entirely delicious. So he's standing there with two skillets going because the frying of the pancakes is supposed to happen slowly. That' why he's doing it and not me, I have no patience at all.
Halfway through I hear some large power tool going in the basement. My daughter wants to know what daddy's doing in the basement and I thought that was a very good question! Turns out he was 'sharpening' the wooden spatulas on his belt sander. The man is weird. I am not even going to tell you that he uses a dremel tool to 'pedicure' his feet. Nope, I am going to keep my trap shut about that one. You didn't hear it from me.