Marriage doesn’t have to be all doom and groom
My wife rescued me from an insufferable existence as a consummate bachelor. Many guys might not like to admit it, but my wife has spared me the indignity of a solitary existence of exclusively eating bologna sandwiches and drinking half-spoiled milk, and not even caring that it’s half-spoiled.
Some of my single friends want to paint a portrait of marriage as a loss of freedom and chauvinistic tendencies. I even know guys who have been with their gal pals for more than a decade before they finally decided to tie the noose — um, I mean knot.
Since getting hitched in September life has been spectacular, provided I have the foresight to remember to place the toilet seat down, which, in theory, is pretty easy task to accomplish. Most of the time I remember, most. For the times I don’t my wet-bottomed wife is quick to remind me as I pull her out of our toilet like a cork from a champagne bottle.
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