Here's a subtle way to tell your hubby that those old, greying, hole-filled socks just aren't cutting it anymore.
I half expect a playing card minion to come along and start slapping red paint around to cover up for a planting mistake.
Simple flowers, simple cookies, simple plate, simple awesome goodness. How many of these do you think I can fit in my mouth at once?
Are we in the process of painting the roses red? Don't let the queen catch you! Just eat the cake, quick!