It’s our Chicken Nugget Anniversary

You may be aware that I am married. You may not be aware that last month we celebrated our chicken nugget anniversary. Traditional anniversary celebrators may not understand but it works for us.

We were in bed getting ready to go to sleep when my husband reminded me our anniversary was in a couple of days. Half asleep I made a tactical error.

“What anniversary is this?” I asked.

“You don’t know how long we’ve been married?” he snapped.

“Of course I do. I was wondering which one it was. You know, like paper, wood, oatmeal?” It was a good save. Then for good measure I added, “As far as I’m concerned we’ve been united since the beginning of time. My soul is only complete when I’m with you.”

He groaned then told me it was the chicken nugget anniversary. I was impressed. He’s an engineer. I didn’t know they had a sense of humor.

We made up a whole list of anniversaries. The first is the chocolate anniversary. Because it’s so sweet. The one immediately after our first daughter was born is the frozen dinner anniversary. Who had time to cook? We worked our way all the way to this one. After a small disagreement we decided that this is in fact our chicken nugget anniversary. Next year is the frozen waffle anniversary. If I hold out a few more years I’ll make it to the boxed wine anniversary. If I survive 50 years then we can get into hard liquor. Anyone that can stay married 50 years is probably extremely fond of hard liquor in the first place.

So we celebrated in style. I not only bought him the big bag of frozen chicken nuggets; I bought the dinosaur shaped ones. No one can tell me I don’t know how to treat my man right.