I've noticed that since getting married, my wife and I have started to

finish each other's arguments.

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.

When you're dating, you might spend hours planning the perfect romantic gesture, sending flowers, or writing love letters.

But [Groom's Name], let me tell you, in marriage, you'll be a hero just for remembering to take out the trash, or refilling the toilet paper roll without being asked.

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.