I also enjoy going to Spoons, the food is cheap and reliable. One of my DS's once called it the restaurant of the Gods, which did make me pause for a moment and wonder what I was doing to my kids, but then I just laughed.
I leave my washing out until it dries, no matter how long that may take.
I wear shoes in the house, and sometimes, gasp, I put them on the sofa.
I have toilet brushes.
My dogs sleep under the duvet in our bed.
I don't care if my house smells of dog, it's really not the insult that some people seem to think it is (hint: I can't smell it).
I didn't just like my MIL, I loved her.
I talk to strangers.
I wash towels only when they start to smell.
I get on with my neighbours.
I do people favours with no expectations.
I give my friends the benefit of the doubt. As in, I assume good intentions even when they do something which, on the surface, is a bit shit.