My wife and I have been married for ten years, and we've finally figured out who's responsible for what.

Turns out, we both think the other person is responsible for changing the toilet paper roll.

We found the perfect wedding venue – historical, elegant, and had beautiful gardens.

Then they told us the price, and suddenly a picnic blanket in the park seemed like a very viable 'rustic chic' option.

When we were dating, my husband used to leave little love notes for me around the house.

Now, he leaves little notes, but they usually say, "The trash is full," or "Did you lock the door?"

Planning our wedding seating chart felt less like organizing a party and more like preparing for a delicate diplomatic summit.

We needed to establish a demilitarized zone between my outspoken aunt and his politically opinionated cousin, and frankly, bring in a UN peacekeeping force for the kids' table.