My wife and I have been married for ten years and we still share a closet.

By 'share,' I mean her clothes live *in* the closet, and mine live *on* that one chair in the bedroom.

My wife and I went on a road trip recently, and I realized marriage is a lot like navigation.

I get to choose the destination, and she tells me which turn I should have taken three exits ago.

I've been thinking, marriage is like a GPS navigation system

because it starts out saying 'recalculating your life' and eventually just says 'arriving at your destination, love you, turn left'

We thought we'd found the perfect wedding venue

until we realized the 'romantic garden' was actually just the groundskeeper's enthusiastic weed collection