I basically let my wife plan our entire wedding and it was great. I only chimed in to insist on an open bar and to otherwise cut costs - “no, we don’t need to hire a cellist for the ceremony, the DJ we already hired can just press a button on his mac and play a better version” saved us $400, for example. Also we got…

I’m here for you brother. 12 years married. You will spend so much time agonizing over those details and the day will be over before you know it began. I remember the doors opening and her walking in and just about the next thing I knew we were heading home after the reception/dinner/dance.

My wife and I both have huge families. We made it to 200 easily on the guest list, skimpong on friends. Really put that chair money in perspective.

You got five more months dude?

Internalize and secretly massage Norm’s advice into the strategy. And also, it’s a rite of passage and ultimate decider of who among us married gents get infused with zenlike patience or volcanic rage. Or both. Good luck fella.

I was living in another state for work while my wife planned our wedding. She got to pick everything without having to run it by me, and there was no opportunity to yell at me for having the wrong opinion. I just got to show up the week of the wedding, pay for it all, and have fun. 10/10, highly recommend it.

Wait wait wait...you think, after the wedding, you stop getting in trouble for having your own opinions, or sharing her opinion? You are ADORABLE.

As a recently married man—don’t worry, it gets...to continue. forever. At least then it probably won’t involve stationery.

4 rules for wedding planning: short ceremony, good food, good booze, and good music.

I thought it was funny how my wife slaved over seating arrangements for a full day. Then I looked at how she did my side, asked her if I could handle that, and divvied that up in about 15 minutes like England drawing borders on an African map.

Right you are Ken.

To top it off, the prize? 100,000 yen, or about $890.

“Yes! Yes! He was the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, and I loved him deeply, in a way you could never understand”

Hi it’s me, Principal Skinner.

...which would be quite the scandal, without his mother’s permission at least.

To be fair, few can resist the raw sexual energy of Bob Taft (Senior).  You know he’s bad for you, but when he crosses his legs and exposes a little glimpse of sock garter, you’re already done for.  

Let he who has not fucked Senator Bob Taft cast the first stone.

(Senior)

Guess his pen never left the company well. Did they not have Tinder back in the day?