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!
Imagine waking up on Sunday morning after a super fun night out on the town for your friend's birthday. You're exhausted, you're sore, your voice is hoarse from proclamations of merriment, your hair smells funny and you still have one sock on. Now imagine that this donut appears on your nightstand. Feeling a bit better now? I thought so.
Poor birdie, doesn't he realize that the flower has a button in the middle and isn't a real flower at all? Poor blogger, doesn't she realize that the whole thing is made of sugar and the birdie isn't even real? I get lost sometimes guys, for real.