It's a shame we don't get to eat the cake, considering that dude is sleeping on it.
It just might be the one thing that upstages the bride.
Well, I know where I'm planting myself for the rest of the reception. MOAR GRAHAM CRACKERS, JEEVES!
Real flowers die, twine and felt is forever!
I sort of really just want to touch the white skirt. SO FUZZY.
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.