When it come to peanut butter I only get the small jars. I have a rule that once the knife touches the bread it doesn’t go back into the jar, my wife doesn’t follow this rule so we would end up with a jar the size of my head just sitting there becaused it’s filled with old bread bits and no one would buy more because “we already have some”.

I’m usually rushing out somewhere when I leave the house and a few of my neighbors are talkers, which I normally don’t mind at all. But sometimes it makes more sense to just wait inside for a minute rather than get stuck in a 5 minute conversation.