My otherwise perfect husband has a few quirks that send me up the wall:
(1) When he wants to do something and I've agreed to go with him, he nags until I'm ready to go. Yesterday we were going to dinner, and all I had to do was finish tying my shoes and pick up my purse. He asked me twice how long I was going to be in the space of the 90 seconds it took me to tie my shoes.
(2) He doesn't like driving my car and complains the whole time he's doing so. He also forgets to move the seat back, so I nearly spear myself on the steering wheel. Fortunately he only drives my car if his is in the shop, so this isn't a frequent problem. We both still drive the same cars we had when we got married 16 years ago, and have yet to buy a car together. That's going to be interesting when we do.
(3) He piles his socks next to his side of the bed. This isn't a real issue, as I've told him that if he wants his clothes laundered it's his responsibility to get them to the laundry area, and if he runs out of socks it's his own fault.
Mr. Sirius is a good person who is easy to live with, but even the best spouses have their moments.