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Can I get Spam instead of the beans?

Just a little more than 16 years ago my wife and I got married.  We'd been together for a few years and figured out that no one else would have us, so we might as well settle on each other.  Now, both of us are way to stubborn to quit and truly the only way out is death.

Our marriage started from the first moment to be a running stream of jokes and I'll have to take you back a bit for my first one.

I grew up in a house with two religions.  The Methodist branch of the Protestant yaddah yaddah and the NY Giants/Yankees.  We all went to church on Sunday in our small town and then again in the afternoon at home if the Giants or Yankees were on TV.  This all went on until I was about 12.  My growing lack of interest in organized religion was countered by my mother's increasing closeness with the church leading up to her becoming a Methodist minister.  Almost immediately after she became "official" she offered to perform our wedding ceremony.  And who was I to refuse?

Now onto the real meat of the matter.  During the pre-ceremony deal, my mother inquired whether we were going to exchange rings.  I knew of no other option but asked if there were any other customs we might consider.  I really don't care for jewelry and still don't wear my ring.  

Mom says "Sure.  You can exchange anything."

I verify, "Anything?"

"Yes, if you don't have rings, you may exchange something else."

She didn't know that my wife's Aunt, a goldsmith, had made custom rings.

So I say, "Anything?  Even. . .a can of Spam?"

"Well. . ."

"You said anything."

And so I offered my lovely wife a can of Spam as a symbol of our everlasting marriage.  Yep, there are pictures to prove it.  My mother didn't much care for the lighthearted jest during her solemn ceremony. . .but it was sort of her idea.  Or at least she left me an opening.

This is relevant today because my wife was doing some school shopping for our daughters and found a lunchbox she thought I should have to make into a guitar.