Not wishing to highjack a different thread…I’m starting this one.
@Nrdsb4 is my husband related to yours? He is late for everything…everything! To compound the issue, I like to be early.
But it’s my biggest pet peave about my otherwise great husband. He is always late.
Have to say…he comes by it honestly. His mother is always late as well…and sometimes by hours.
Maybe we ought to also include “The most outrageous fights a happy couple has ever had” thread!
I’ll repost something I just posted in another thread that was probably OT:
My pet peeve is DH being late, late, late always. (ETA: And I, the daughter of two pathologically punctual people, hyperventilate on the rare occasion I’m late).
When we were newlyweds, I found myself competing for his time with his fraternity brothers (mind you, this is five years after he graduated). On his birthday, our first as a married couple, I made a beautiful dinner for him with expensive ingredients and a nice wine. He called and said the guys were taking him out for “a drink” and he’d be home soon.
Just like in the movies, the candle had whittled down to a stub, and he staggered in the door hours late. He began to apologize,and I took that beautiful platter of food and threw it hard into the sink full force, shattering the dish and spewing shrimp everywhere. I was so furious, I found myself shrieking at him. I took the expensive champagne and poured it down the sink while he watched.
Yeah, we had some DOOZIES early on. Thank God we’ve both grown up. We rarely fight now. But oh, those early days.
I’m not going to post anything here, because every now and then I wonder if my husband is going to join cc for the diet and exercise thread. And even if he doesn’t know my posting name, he would recognize his dogs…
So, I love you honey, you are perfect! In over 28 years of marriage, you have never done a single thing that has annoyed me. Honestly, never 
My H has this really strange and annoying habit. He wraps his feet sometimes around the legs of someone else’s chair. MY chair, usually. I’ll try to skootch the chair in or out and it will feel stuck! D2, who looks nothing like him has apparently inherited that trait too.
My pet peeve. He will work really really hard to take off weight and then I swear he works just as hard to put it back on.
Most annoying. He will say he wants to try and lose weight and blame me for the food in the house. Apparently I should shop everyday and only bring in enough to eat for that meal. And then he goes to the vending machines. Ugh! If you are going to cheat on your diet at least eat something better than vending machine junk.
Also he is the worlds worst procrastinator. I bought a new faucet, he installed it 3 years later. Of course when he opened the box a part was missing!
My husband is always late, but he’s neat and organized. I am always on time or early, but very messy. We’ve learned to live with each other!
An IRS agent showed up on our doorstep this morning (yes, he was legitimate - I called IRS to make sure). He spent more time expressing his amazement that a husband and wife could work together then he did discussing our tax return! We told him we used to fight more, but after 30 years, we’ve learned to let stuff go most of the time.
I’ll add my H to the always late for everything. If we have to leave the house by 1030, I back it up by 15 minutes and tell him we need to leave by 1015. 90% of the time, we are out of the house by 1015. It drives me nuts.
He also knows no strangers and will talk (sometimes forever) to people we don’t know. We have learned that the slight tap on the arm of leg is the indicator of ‘wrap it up, it’s time to go’. This has saved us from a lot of arguments.
^Ha, we agreed that I would tap DH on the leg if he got to talking too much at dinners with other people. So I did that one evening, and DH said, “Oh, I guess I’m talking too much because MH is kicking me under the table.” Uh, gee, thanks, hon. Later I let him know that the signal is supposed to remain secret!
Pet peeve? - Long pauses in the middle of sentences. The rest of us have all become sentence-finishers.
" We told him we used to fight more, but after 30 years, we’ve learned to let stuff go most of the time."
Same here. How often can you fight about the same things?!
My H and I had our early marriage doozy fights over remodeling projects on our house. I would come up with a ‘vision’ and he would want to argue about each step in the process thinking he actually had a say in how the kitchen or bathroom should be designed!! Finally, after 5 yrs or so he just gave up and did it. He will study something for hours and I’m more “just cut the piece of wood and get it done!”
My husband doesn’t do the bill paying & financial chores.
Since he never remembers our banking & brokerage login passwords, I’m thinking about moving all the money to the Cayman Islands.
Same in our family. I had to write a paper for him "if I die"so he could at least find our bank to draw some money. He has no clue where anything is and no interest in it. He’s your basic mellow surfer dude type.
My husband is perfect:
He is perfect in filling the sink full of dishes when I have to travel such that I get a view of all of the dishes that were used in the house. The empty dishwasher latch is less than 3 inches from the sink.
When I have to go in late to work and then work late, those dishes seem to appear out of alcoves, so that when I wake up, the breakfast dishes greet me.
My husband is perfect about letting the trash can, underneath that full sink, get so full that it spills under the sink. I’m carrying on a secret relationship with the neighbors, next door, since they see me emptying trash cans all night long.
Would it kill him to throw a dish in the dishwasher or take out the trash? Apparently, the perfects of the world can’t be seen doing a dish or throwing out trash.
I don’t go “camping” any more because I refuse to be the resident chief cook and dish washer for each and every trip. So, when he constantly suggests, every 6 months in going to Yosemite, Sequoia or Yellowstone, I just say: Have a great time! Let me know when you plan on coming back!
“Don’t you want to go Aunt Bea? It’s beautiful!”
“Send me the post card; I’m good”
One year, he said he would do all of the cooking and all of the clean up.
So, silly me, I thought I could go, set up the tent and sleeping bags, if he would share the chores. Yeah, that lasted through the first meal about 1/2 way into it. “I’ve cut myself, cant wash dishes.” Right! I haven’t been back and he is not happy that I refuse to go. I’ve told him. “You don’t need me.” You can camp without me; you did it before! That’s when his Mom was chief cook and bottle washer.
@coralbrook I have done the same thing. Then H calls me at work to ask where the file is that has the information about an account…we can only hope that he is the first to go. 
My husband has called me by my name fewer than a dozen times in a 40-year marriage.
This was most noticeable during the period back in the landline era when our children were old enough to receive phone calls. If he answered the phone and the call was for one of them, he would say, “[Name], it’s for you.” But if it was for me, he wouldn’t call my name. He would just say “It’s for you.” Sometimes I would miss a call for this reason, and the person who called me would be left hanging on a dead line.
The reason why he won’t use my name has never been explained. People have explicitly asked him, and he has not answered the question. So I am left to speculation… Perhaps it’s because it is a name that isn’t used by people of his ethnic group and he’s uncomfortable with the fact that he married outside the group. Perhaps he disliked a neighbor or classmate with the same name when he was a child. Perhaps there was a character in a movie or TV show with this first name who brings back bad memories. Who knows?
What I do know is that the few times that he has used my name are regarded in the family as akin to sightings of a yellow-bellied sapsucker. One happened a couple of years ago when both our kids were visiting for Christmas. They totally freaked out at the unusual, almost inexplicable event. But they don’t know the reason why it’s so rare, either.
I think I’m going to live out my life without ever knowing the reason why my husband doesn’t use my name. And it drives me nuts. It’s not a practical problem now since we’re empty nesters (and I get all my phone calls on my cell phone anyway). But I wish I knew the solution to the mystery.
My husband is an absent-minded professor. I have been told he can be pretty brilliant sometimes! He works in a world of numbers and patterns that make sense, unlike the irregularities of everyday life. He’s also a local trivia-team champ who can’t for the life of him remember whether I said to buy one bag of salad greens or two, so he will buy 12 just to be sure
Once he dutifully crafted a screened door for our baby’s room (so that we could keep the cats out while leaving the solid door open.) He measured and sawed and nailed and sanded and painted earnestly all day long. At the end of a long day of honest labor he proudly invited me to watch him hinge the new door in place, glossy white latex barely dry. He was absolutely stunned to discover that the door didn’t begin to fit! DH forgot that we live in a 120-year old house. In his world, all doors have 90 -degree angles and there is no need to double-check the fit of a structure before completing all finishing touches. When I showed frustration with his naiivite’ he said “how was I supposed to know…how did YOU know?” I told him I grew up sewing, not spending hours on homework for the Bronx School of Science.
One day DH was cooking. I walked into the kitchen. He was standing serenely over the stove with black smoke pouring out of the pot. I shouted "IT’S BURNING!!! He turned to me with a stricken look “WELL, WHAT SHOULD I DO???!!!” Me: "REMOVE THE POT FROM THE HEAT SOURCE, DR._____!!! (He does hates it when I call him Dr.)
DH has a Ph.D in chemistry. He teaches labs. I wonder how they go? My MIL used to tell me all the time that scientists are the smartest people (I’m certainly not that! In fact, I was supposed to get to be the spacey artist in the family! Instead I have to try to be practical (not easy) 'cuz somebody’s got to do it …
But he DOES pay all the bills with meticulous care, and for that I am eternally grateful 
@doschicos : You can have pet peeves without fighting about them … My wife has learned to accept my need to be early (I am definitely not one of those late husbands above), and I only comment once a year about her VERY loud yawns (although I still have to explain the noise to her 95-year-old MIL when one breaks out in the background while we’re on the phone). Married 30 years come next June; ain’t gonna change. Still a pet peeve.
@AboutTheSame My comment was directed towards Mainelonghorn’s comment which I reposted not the thread as a whole.
Of course we all have pet peeves.
Back in the day, my DH would say as his pet peeve: “My wife gets so pissed off for NO REASON. One time, she even threw a beautiful platter we got for our wedding into the sink, shattering it to pieces, all because I was just a few minutes late to dinner!”
Yeah. That’s what happened.
Lol. Like I said, I’m so glad we both grew up and rarely fight.