Deep-seated biological urges

I started bleeding today, and when Himself asked if I wanted anything when he went out, I instantly said, "M&M's! And maybe some Reese's Pieces. Oh, my God, M&M's sound amazing." So, he went out (like the charming partner he is) and came back with M&M's, chocolate Milanos, and two bars of high-quality chocolate, one milk, one dark.

I tore into the M&M's like a starving tiger into a baby antelope, and he watched me munch for a few minutes.

Then he said, "You know, I was in line at the market, and the guy behind me said, 'Excuse me, I'm sorry, I know I don't know you, but by any chance is your wife on her period?' And I looked in his basket. And it was full of chocolate."

I once had a plan to make a million bucks off of a delivery service that would bring chocolate to your door within 15 minutes - like Dominos, only for PMS - but I am no entrepreneur. Idea is free to anyone who wants it, though, because seriously, you could make a killing.