Advice for newlyweds

Having been happily married to Mrs. Tobit for lo these many years, I have been considering dispensing my copious wisdom regarding conjugal matters to those youngbloods out there who are just getting into the game. Here is one particularly salient object lesson I would like to share:

One day I noticed that we had way more spoons than would fit in our flatware drawer. We had about, oh, I'd say, three hundred spoons, and it was very difficult to get them all to fit in the drawer. How many spoons do we really need? I asked myself. Like a fool, I did not ask Mrs. Tobit this same question. I surmised, using what I realize now was extremely faulty logic, that we needed about a dozen or so. I put the remaining spoons in a plastic grocery bag and gave them to a Mexican family down the street that had just moved in and didn't have much of anything. Well, 'twasn't long before the love of my life was on the phone with her mother and various cousins and friends all across the country and some abroad in foreign lands, that I had given away all the spoons, and now we could not host any parties of any kind or entertain in any way, given the lack of spoons, we would not be able to seat twelve for salad, dinner and desert obviously without having to jump up and wash a bunch of spoons in the midst of the festivities, and of course, that just would not do, and for the time being, the hospitality flag would not be flying over the house of Tobit, due to the current spoon crunch.
As you propably have guessed by now, the spoons started arriving post haste. No waiting for birthdays or anniversaries, all manner of spoons came by frieght, air-mail, rickshaw, taxi, telegraph...Every two or three days some cousin or great aunt would drop by with a box of spoons and a comment about how they heard we didn't have any spoons. Since I am the one who usually washes and puts away the spoons, life for me suddenly became much more complicated. We were back up to the three or four hundred spoons in the drawer in no time at all, and we had stocked boxes of unopened spoons in the sideboard, the china hutch, the attic and even the crawl space before the whole spoon crises ran its course.
Moral: Dudes, don't make unilateral decisions regarding flatware, no matter how certain you think you are.