Why the title? Well, Old Man Candy is just one of the many reasons I love my husband. I was thinking earlier today that when you hear about people loving each other, their reasons are generally the same--well, at least the ones we like to tell people. I was also thinking that there is a whole lot more to reasons for love than stuff like being honest, trustworthy, dependable, caring, and all that other nonsense. I mean really, how many times do you need to hear that? Old news.
Maybe I should stop saying that phrase. Unfortunately, I think it's funny. We all lose.
Mike loves Old Man Candy.
SHUT UP. I didn't even mean to do it that time.
But really, he does. The nice old uncle you had who always slipped you a Werther's original at Grandma's Christmas dinner? That is my husband. Werther's, Nips (WHY ARE THEY CALLED THAT!--ALSO, DON'T GOOGLE THAT TO CHECK THE NAME--trust me on this), Toblerone, and--wait for it---
The man loves his grandpa candy. And that makes me love him. Will that matter when I'm dead? Yes. Of course. Why not?