This isn't a wedding photo, because there is absolutely zero chance I would be caught dead tearing out photos from the Imposing Big Black Embossed Wedding Album. You remember wedding albums, yes? This is like a 1,000 years ago, before Facebook. Heck, before Picasa. May have been 1,500 years, even.
From the archives, ladies and gentlemen, I give you... THIS.
That is one smoking hot chick. No idea who the dude is, though. Friend of mine, probably. Looks trustworthy.
So what do you talk about at breakfast after ten whole years of marriage?
Her: I'm going to Trader Joe's to get dessert for tonight.For the record, she thought my being a pragmatic jerk was funny. Because, after all this time, that's how the woman copes.
Him: Nah, I'll go over there. Whatcha want?
Her: No, you're already getting sushi. I'll do it.
Him: Well, that's where I was going to get your flowers. Get yourself some flowers, then. They've got really good flowers.
"Thank you for my beautiful flowers!"