I will stand in the kitchen and eat pickled onions straight from the jar as a snack food.
This one is not mine, but my husbands: He brushes his teeth in the shower.
Also, we share our bed with three stuffed animals: the fire demon Vruuaska; Jasper, an elephant made from vintage German carpet which was the first gift he ever bought me; and Brenin, a stuffed African hunting dog bought for me when I was studying them. Neither of us think this is weird, and on weekend mornings one or other of the animals will go "exploring" across the duvet and knees etc, narrated by one of us.