husband loves me

My dearest husband must really love me. Two days ago he got me a beautiful rose to adorn my nightstand. Which is good. My nightstand was feeling rather lonely.
He called me earlier today and said he had another surprise for me. When I got home I was really excited to see what awaited me.
When I got home laundry was everywhere, papers piled high (how I had left it), and there wasn't a cute puppy or a one-hundred dollar bill on my pillow. I wondered what this surprise could've been because it wasn't anything I was expecting... clearly.

Later that night, I was putting away my cute new Target pumps and found a king-size box of Milk Duds in the bag. Husband knows me all too well. I love Milk Duds (but I never buy them for myself because I'm afraid they will pull the sealings out of my teeth). Even though a box of candy is seemingly small, I thought it was so thoughtful of him.

It only got better.

The next morning I woke up to something stealing my foot space. I found another box of Milk Duds at the foot of the bed, all tangled up in the sheets.
Then one in the laundry.
One in my sock drawer.
One in my bathroom cabinet.
One in my laptop bag.

And one somewhere else which I can't remember at the moment.
Then he said there was one more in his computer bag too.

I made out like a bandit with eight boxes of Milk Duds. They will last indefinitely. Because I don't want to lose too many sealings.