My wife and I share a bathroom, and after all these years, I've finally figured out her beauty routine.

It involves 27 different bottles and precisely 3 square inches of counter space for my toothbrush.

On our first date, I meticulously planned every detail, ironed my best shirt, and practiced witty banter.

Now, for 'date night' at home, my main concern is whether these sweatpants have enough elasticity left for a second helping of pizza.

I've learned that marriage is all about finding creative ways to say 'I'm sorry' without actually admitting you're wrong.

I was talking to the groom and I asked him what the secret to a happy marriage is

He just smiled and said it's not a secret, it's just a password – and I'm not allowed to share it with anyone, including himself