Simple flowers, simple cookies, simple plate, simple awesome goodness. How many of these do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?
Here's a subtle way to tell your hubby that those old, greying, hole-filled socks just aren't cutting it anymore.
Are we in the process of painting the roses red? Don't let the queen catch you! Just eat the cake, quick!
Is the cake rose scented? Are there flowers inside? Is it a garden in a dessert? So many questions!
Like a soft, tiny version of my beloved My Little Ponies of yore, this unicorn has the flowingest mane and tail I've seen since I was seven.
I'm just gonna take this home and tuck it into my hope chest instead of eating it. It's far too pretty. Ooh, maybe it'll look nice under a bell jar!
Oh, poor baby isn't old enough to appreciate the glory of this amazing cake. What a shame.