Here's a subtle way to tell your hubby that those old, greying, hole-filled socks just aren't cutting it anymore.
For my 30th birthday I had a tray of cream puffs and a zombie themed party. I mean, I'm 22! I'll never get old! Ahem. If I ever do make it to the ripe old age of 30, roses may not be my style, but I could never resist a cake with so much gorgeous work. Gimme those cookies!
Wouldn't this springtimey cake make a lovely hat for a garden party? I went to a wedding performance art thing once where there was a girl dressed as a wedding cake with real cake on her hat. She wandered through the party and bent down so people could take bites. I'm pretty sure anyone with an edible hat would be the life of the party.