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.

I've been thinking, marriage is like a great work of art

it starts with a blank canvas, and over time, it gets framed, hung, and occasionally, criticized by your mother-in-law

We started our wedding seating chart with a simple diagram.

It quickly evolved into a complex flowchart, complete with 'demilitarized zones' and 'mandatory buffer tables'.

I asked the groom how he knew the bride was the one for him

He said, 'She's the only person who doesn't mind that I'm still a work in progress, and by that, I mean she's agreed to be my editor for the next 50 years.'