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.

We thought we'd found the perfect wedding venue

until we realized the 'rustic charm' was just a nice way of saying 'no working toilets'

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.

When we were dating, my husband used to send me romantic texts like, 'Missing you already, can't wait to see you!'

Now, his most romantic text is usually just, 'Did you remember to take the trash out?'