Dear Darling Husband of Mine,
I found your "secret" stash of Mini Eggs. I presume they are, in fact, the same Mini Eggs you told me a week earlier were "left at work" and there were "hardly any left anyway."
Well, now there aren't any left because guess what? I found them. And I ate them. And I loved every moment. Thanks for having a stash so I could satisfy my sweet tooth.
Love you forever,
Your Favorite Wife.