Yes, Of Course. He Had His Faults

     They Were Not Numerous, However

    Just in case you think he was perfect, be assured he wasn't. No one is. So here are some things that will make you raise your eyebrows.

1. He snored. Loudly. He would even wake himself up. 
2. He loved, and I do mean loved, junk food.  It was not unusual to find wadded up paper from MacDonald's in his car. A hot dog and french fries were heaven to him. He also loved sweets of all kinds.
3. He probably drank too much coffee--several cups a day and into the night. I'm not certain this is an actual fault, however. Maybe just a habit.
4. He was terrible at anything involving numbers or money. Bank accounts, restaurant bills, tips. He didn't like to have change in his pocket, so he left behind an enormous amount of coins. They are in a bag right now in my studio. It's so heavy, I can hardly lift it. I'll take the coins to a converting machine soon, but I'm guessing about $200 in pennies, dimes, nickels, and pennies, along with the odd Euros thrown in.  
5. He would go to the grocery store for bread and milk. He would come home with cookies, tuna sandwiches, crackers, peanut butter, bacon, and salami. I would go through the groceries, and say, "Where's the bread and milk?" He would slap his forehead and say, "What ails me? I forgot them!"
6. He left the toilet seat up. Always.
7. He didn't floss his teeth.
   
8. He could overreact at times. Here's an example.  Doug was an okay driver, but he could get distracted, so mostly I did the driving.  In the early days of our being together, we would be in the car, probably driving to get the bread and milk he forgot. I would be in heavy traffic, and all was calm until he would shout, "OH! NO!"  I would slam on the brakes and pull over, my heart pounding. "What," I would demand. "I FORGOT MY PENCIL. IT'S NOT IN MY POCKET." We had to have a talk about that. The talk would begin, "Doug, especially when I'm driving, would you please not be so dramatic unless there is something seriously wrong, like you're having a heart attack or something? Please?"
9. He was the absent-minded professor. Yes. He really did fit that stereotype.  There is a favorite story about him, and Mimi tells it best.  We were having a reunion in Estes Park or may be at the beach. I can't quite remember what we were talking about (speaking of being absent-minded), but Doug started making suggestions about what we would do that evening or where we might go for dinner. As Mimi tells it, I said, "Doug, we've already talked about that." Doug just smiled and said, "Oh. What did we say?'
10.  I always wished he would pay more attention to his health. I would encourage him to eat healthy foods, do yoga, lift weights, take vitamins, stretch, get enough sleep. I hadn't realized I was nagging; after all, I was only trying to be helpful.  But when he had to remind me, "Kay. I'm your husband. I'm not your project."  I sheepishly shut up. Let me be very clear. Even if Doug had taken my well-intended advice (he had no intention of doing that), it would have made nor difference with his final illness. That was absolutely out of his control.
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Feel free to add to the list. Good luck!