When you're sick and you need a tissue, it's nice to know you can snuggle in and feel at home.
I wish every year was the year of the precious little dragon and box of meatballs. How could you have a bad year with meatballs?
I like to think they're all singing to me in lovely four part harmony.
You made a cake for Nancy for her birthday, nice work! Now how are you going to get it to her house? You need something with a lid disguised as cake. BLAMMO!
You better believe that there are never gross fillings in these chocolates! No eating half and throwing it away because it's walnut cream or something gross.
If bees really looked like this, I'd welcome them bumbling around my house.