My go! My go!
How about:
I recently got married to my long-term partner. I wasn't too fussed about getting married, to be honest, but she nagged and nagged about it until I finally gave in and told her I would pay for the massive wedding she absolutely had to have
as long as she made all the arrangements and didn't expect me to get involved. I made it quite clear that all I expected to have to do was to turn up on the day, not too ridiculously late, and not too drunk after a few beers with my brother the night before.
The costs were getting a bit out-of-hand what with the fifty million bridesmaids she apparently needed, and the hundred and fifty guests she insisted on having. I did try to cut the guest list a bit but she wasn't having any of it - it's not like her 107-year old great-grandmother is even going to remember whether she was there or not. Joke obviously!
Anyway, my brother offered to do the photography. He has been a bit down recently and everyone thought it would be good for him, and it was going to save me a bit of dosh so I said yes. My darling wife wasn't at all happy, probably because she wouldn't be able to get every minute of the 5 hour process of getting her hair and make-up done on camera because my brother was also my best man and would be with me.
Well, the photos turned up a few days ago and my brother has done a right job on them. There are whole load of naked backsides and a few close-ups of pints of beer, but not a single one of those soft-focus bollocks with the bride gazing into space which was apparently what she wanted. I made the mistake of laughing and she has now been going ape for days. Seriously, she hasn't stopped nagging and moaning except when she has been asleep. She wants some of the photos re-done and I have told her I have no intention of getting trussed up in a morning suit for a second time - she's lucky I did it once. When I told her that she got all dramatic and announced that our "marriage is deteriorating before our eyes". FFS.
AIBU to tell her to shove it?