I've been thinking, marriage is like a great recipe

it takes a little bit of love, a lot of patience, and somehow, no matter what you put in, the in-laws are always a surprise ingredient

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.

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 fiancé started out calm and collected during wedding planning.

Now she refers to the caterers as 'the culinary saboteurs' and believes the florists are part of a secret anti-bridal society.