Frank and Ethel had been married for 31 years—at least, depending on who you asked. Every single anniversary, Frank would proudly declare, “Hard to believe it’s been thirty years, honey.” And right on cue, Ethel would snap back, “Thirty-one, Frank. Thirty-one.”
This year was absolutely no different. Over breakfast, Frank slid a card across the table that read: “Happy 30th Anniversary to my better half.”
Ethel stared at it, let out a massive sigh, and said, “Well, I guess one of us is suffering from severe memory loss.”
Frank calmly took a bite of his toast. “Actually, it’s called selective retention. It’s a vital survival mechanism.”
Later that afternoon, their daughter called to congratulate them. Ethel beamed into the receiver, “Can you believe it, sweetheart? Thirty-one whole years of wedded bliss!”
From the living room couch, Frank bellowed at the top of his lungs: “Correction! Technically, it’s thirty years of marriage and one full year under official protest!”
Their daughter burst out laughing. “Honestly, you two are like a classic TV sitcom that refuses to get cancelled.”
Frank grinned, raising his coffee mug in a triumphant toast. “You’re darn right. And I’m just holding out for the big finale twist where I actually turn out to be right for once.”
Ethel patted his hand with mock tenderness and smiled sweetly:
“Keep dreaming, dear. That episode isn’t scheduled to air until Season 52.”
