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.
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!