Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
Trash the dress? More like trash the city.
CN Tower? Everybody knows that's just a wannabe Space Needle. #misplacedseattlepride
Since I can't have this cake I'm just going to buy a bouquet of roses at the grocery store and eat it. Thorns be damned.
Neurological damage caused by mercury used in the curing process of felt was one of these reasons hat makers were known as "Mad Hatters" in the 19th century.
... Sorry if I've ruined Alice in Wonderland for anybody now. :/