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!
Is the cake rose scented? Are there flowers inside? Is it a garden in a dessert? So many questions!
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.