Snoring. I have heard him choke on himself and he point blank refuses to go to the doctors.
Grumpy. Frequently. (Possibly because he spends all night asphyxiating his asthmatic throat with his massive tongue.)
Being mindful of not having his phone blaring out, which is a bonus but it culminates in an unfortunate visual where he holds his phone, bottom end where the microphone is, right to his ear and stares into space with his head cocked to one side, heavy breathing concentrating on whatever it is he is trying to listen to. Just put your damn headphones in.
On a related note, he is losing his hearing and refuses to go to the Doctors, so if we go somewhere busy we have to sort of direct him which direction we're all planning on going in or he won't hear
duck all and will go the opposite way. Just GO TO THE DOCS.
Is quite good at helping with housework which I am grateful for, but refuses to touch the bathroom because he doesn't like wee. (Like I love piss, and it's my fave? Not really

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On a similarly related note, on the day we moved in here I made him promise to fix the downstairs toilet before the baby toilet trained. The baby in question is now in Secondary school and was followed by a sibling who is not far off joining the same secondary school. The downstairs toilet is still not working.
Despite all this, I still don't want to have sex with anyone else but him. I think my common sense is as broken as the downstairs toilet