My husband insists on a salad served separately. Meanwhile, I am scarfing mine down so dinner is not cold.

Gah!

But I still love him!😉

OCD is your friend

quirk not OCD. JMO

No others. What other sandwiches do you put chips on? Might have to try your suggestions.

And I definitely don't have OCD.

Did I turn the lights out?
Did I lock the doors?
Etc.
Etc

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GMTA

I wash my hands thoroughly before going to bed...

So my jealous and beloved Adelaide, won't smell another cat's scent
on my hands. Increases snuggle chances by 100%...

That's rather personal, deb!

I'm the soaking wet hairy one. Not sure who the bearded man is.

IDK it started in childhood, and some said I learned it from the aunt who had the lobotomy. She was also the only person in my family that listened to opera and didn't kill spiders. She was my favorite aunt.

Whether it's a cheeseburger, blt, tuna salad, reuben or whatever, I put one hand atop the other and squash that sucker flat as I can get it - even if the bread is a flatbread. Only exceptions are hotdogs, sort of: I squash the bun before I put anything in it.
The bread had better be toasted!

...of the rooms they are in. I like the switches to be positioned logically - flip it down and the light goes off, flip it up and the light goes on. It bugs me if they are "backwards."

I don't like it if my husband washes dish towels with underwear, and if he forgets and does that, I rewash the dish towels.

Dressing: Michael Stivic (All in the Family) - sock and a shoe, sock and a shoe.
Eating: Please keep my peas out of my mashed or mac & cheese. I try to eat things in the order of how long they'll stay hot.
>>> Mixed vegetables...NO THANK YOU!
Shower: dry myself starting at my head and going downward.
Getting in/out of the car: I readjust the steering wheel each time. (Don't mess with my seat.)
Traveling: Compulsively empty my pockets and change clothes when I get home.

So let's say I have chicken, rice, and broccoli. I finish the chicken, then finish the rice, then it's onto the broccoli.

My reason is that I need something to look forward to. If I ate little by little, I'd be disappointed.

Veggies first,
then I cut up the chicken and mix it with the rice.
I make a mush.
Funny, It's just what I do, but then I'm left handed.

I also use it for French Fries, Hamburgers, Hot Dogs, and Peanut Butter Sandwiches.

Even if it's pizza, or chips. Sometimes I'll look for food to go with my milk.

In between is coffee or soda or water.

BLT. I want butter on my BLT. The other is, I must know where my pets are at all times, especially the dogs. I want Scout and Alexander in my line of sight. When they are outside, I check on them about every ten minutes. The cats sleep mostly upstairs, so I know their habits and movements. I can’t change this habit, it is part of me. Does all of this qualify as quirky? 😏😳

I lay out my clothes and toiletries for the next day before going to sleep. Primarily, because it takes me an hour to really knock out the cobwebs. If I go on autopilot with no plan, the results can be frightening.

never let my bare head touch the headrest on a plane, train, or car seat (except my own).

I think it’s because when I was younger I would hear mosquitoes buzzing close to me at night. And I have also read that spiders can crawl inside one’s ear when sleeping.

If there is any kind of bug or spider in the room I cannot sleep until the offender is removed and my bed and the room is thoroughly inspected.

Wolf

Most people who see me do this think I'm crazy but I explain the inside of a french fry is the same as the inside of a baked potato and people put ketchup on their french fries.

I find salad dressing really gross for some reason.

dressing on it.

Or potato chips.

I cannot stand for bread, chips, or tomatoes to get squished. So I hold all that stuff back when I check out, and I carry that bag to the car myself because my partner is
totally capable of watching me do this and then throwing a can on top of a package of hot dog buns or something. Problem is he doesn't mind squished bread or broken chips. But I do!

Yup! Butter, syrup and a side of good ole Jif!

When kiddos were young, I’d put a jar in my purse for their IHOP breakfast. I’m sure the waitress thought what the hell is that! We don’t serve peanut butter! 😂