Your gift is downstairs! That's what the text said. He had mentioned this gift a few times. He was dropping hints for the last few weeks. But I didn't think too much about it. He is a great gifter, gift giver, I don't know what it's called. Anyway, he is my husband and he loves to give. No holiday or special occasion needed. I went to the lobby. There were no packages on the shelf. The mailperson was there so asked if he had it. " Don't remember seeing your name" he said. He walked a box of packages over to the shelf. On the very bottom was the package. I was in a medium sized white box. I tried to see the label but I left my glasses upstairs. I squinted really hard. CLARK! He got me Clarkpads! I ran to the apartment and video called him. Clarkpads! Then I opened the box and they were purple. These might not mean anything to the average person. But this is ...