I really like to tie together the laces of my cleats, which I wear for frisbee. I like this for two reasons: 1) It’s very convenient to throw them over my shoulder rather than having to hold two shoes in addition to all the other crap I take with me. 2) It seems very sporty to have cleats with their laces knotted together.
I love Downey Wrinkle Release spray. Both because of its magical wrinkle-fighting power, which coincides perfectly with my anti-ironing morals, and because of its delightful scent, which I prefer to perfume.
Sometimes the only way I can talk myself into waking up is to agree to have breakfast in bed. It’s a compromise: getting to stay in bed, but not getting to still be asleep.
Sometimes I fall asleep on the toilet during my morning pee. Sometimes I let myself go back to bed for ten or fifteen minutes. But then you have to get up!
If I’ve been sweaty or dirty, I have to shower before bed.
I love being barefoot. But that means dirty feet. So, with the above quirk understood, I stick my feet under the tub faucet many summer nights just before bed.
Early afternoon coffee is often the best decision I make all day.
I don’t throw away chapstick tubes until I’ve scraped out every last morsel with my fingernail.
I drink fast. I’m not good at the whole sipping and savoring business. Even hot drinks. As soon as they’ve cooled down enough, I slurp them down.
With the above two points, I think I must be a nuisance to restaurant servers. I try to make up for it with an excessively grateful attitude.