I am a filthy piglet who does not clean well enough, as evinced by the fact that I did not sufficiently scrub the insert in the silverware drawer.
My cheap-ass dishwasher soap is doing a really lousy job on my glassware. Significantly better results from more expensive stuff suggest I ought to just bite the bullet and shell out.
My oven runs hot. To ensure a perfect top crust on an apple pie, I must cover it with aluminum foil before baking.
As demonstrated by the fact that I do not own a butter dish, I live like a barbarian.
My lack of disposable tableware (paper plates, paper napkins, et cetera) is a clear sign of insanity. See also: my no longer really hearing my loud desktop computer fan.
Boiling water in a kettle and making coffee in a French press counts as "roughing it."
Most people find shower temperatures hot enough to sear your skin an unpleasant experience.
Mom and Dad won't notice the difference between generic and their preferred brands in those cases I took the time to buy the latter, but they of course will notice the difference when I don't.
We can get along in my space together even better than anticipated.
;-)