Take for example the knife.
I already made a peanut butter and brown sugar sandwich (try it before you say ewww) this morning, but I did a few other things before turning my attention to the toast.
Because of that break, I required a new knife.
My guy, thanks to hand-me-downs and generous family members, has a lovely wardrobe.
Despite having favourite pieces, I have to be fair to everyone – or in this case every shirt and pant. Everything has to be worn once before I can go back to that beautiful sweater, my favourite shirt or those nice-coloured pants.
When I was a child and purchased knick-knacks, if there was more than one left I couldn’t choose one over the other – one would be lonely – so I bought both.
When pumping gas, I have to pump to an even number – and I consider multiples of fives even, too. It can’t be $17.17. It has to be $17, $17.20 or $17.15 for example.
How about you, any weird feelings toward inanimate objects or other idiosyncrasies?
