It's not just marriage. It's an adventure. By Jim Warda Since our wedding day, I have changed in many ways, which can be traced directly back to my wife's influence, such as: - I now squeegee the shower doors after a shower. Of course, it takes a little longer than that to explain to my guy friends why I do. - I don't sleep on the pillow shams. Before marriage, I didn't know what a pillow sham was. Now, I do. And, I'm better off for it. - I no longer fold the towels in half. My wife taught me to do it in thirds to take up less space in the linen closet. Thanks, honey. - I used to invite guys over to watch a football game, not thinking about refreshments. Now, we clean the house and make asparagus rolls beforehand. And, I always thought a new bag of Doritos was extravagant. - Before marriage, I used simple color descriptions for clothes, like beige and red. Now, I call them marooned sand pebble and crimson autumn apple. - I now know where the heavy whipping creme is in the grocery store. Enough said. - I'd much rather drive our minivan than a 2002 Metallic Blue Porsche 911 Turbo. Send help. - I know where to buy a loofah. - I know that the only similarity between diamonds and diamonique is the first six letters. - I know that the guest towels are never used, not even by guests. Go figure. - Because my wife likes to dance, I now know that a grand jete isn't something you get at Starbucks. - Finally, before marriage, I didn't know how to wrap gifts, make a grilled cheese sandwich, or iron. Now, I do. Kind of. So, in looking back, marriage has been a wondrous, magical boot camp. And, now I'm a lean, mean domestic machine. As I said before, send help. Fast. .·:*´¨`*:·..·:*´¨`*:·. *: * Richiele * * *·. .·* `*·-:¦:-*´ ³´`*:»§«:*´`³