(Our pastor told us this one. I dont know where it came from.)

A young couple decided to wed. As the big day approached, they grew
apprehensive. Each had a problem they had never before shared with
anyone, not even each other.

The groom-to-be, overcoming his fear, decided to ask his father for
advice. Father, he said, I am deeply concerned about the success of
my marriage. His father replied, Dont you love this girl? Oh yes,
very much, he said, but you see, I have very smelly feet, and Im
afraid that my fiancee will be put off by them. No problem, said dad,
all you have to do is wash your feet as often as possible, and always
wear socks, even to bed. Well, to him this seemed a workable solution.

The bride-to-be, overcoming her fear, decided to take her problem up
with her mom. Mom, she said, when I wake up in the morning my breath
is truly awful. Honey, her mother consoled, everyone has bad breath
in the morning. No, you dont understand. My morning breath is so bad,
Im afraid that my fiance will not want to sleep in the same room with
me. Her mother said simply, Try this. In the morning, get straight out
of bed, and head for the kitchen and make breakfast. While the family is
busy eating, move on to the bathroom and brush your teeth. The key is,
not to say a word until youve brushed your teeth. I shouldnt say
good morning or anything? the daughter asked. Not a word, her mother
affirmed. Well, its certainly worth a try, she thought.

The loving couple were finally married. Not forgetting the advice
each had received, he with his perpetual socks and she with her morning
silence, they managed quite well. That is, until about six months later.
Shortly before dawn, the husband wakes with a start to find that one of
his socks had come off. Fearful of the consequences, he frantically
searches the bed. This, of course, wakes his bride and without thinking,
she immediately asks, What on earth are you doing?

Oh, my, he replies, youve swallowed my sock!