I used to think the biggest compromise in marriage would be deciding on vacation destinations.

Turns out, it's deciding who gets to keep 80% of the duvet and still pretend to be asleep when the other person starts shivering.

I've been thinking, marriage is a lot like a great restaurant

Because no matter how good it is, after a while, you start to notice the little things that annoy you, but you still can't imagine eating anywhere else.

We started wedding planning thinking about our future together.

Now we're just wondering if our future includes a second mortgage for the cake.

I love how marriage is all about finding someone who accepts you for who you are

until you leave the cap off the toothpaste, then suddenly you're a completely different person