Or maybe I'm the jellyfish because I'm jelly of them and want to be there right now.
It just might be the one thing that upstages the bride.
It's like my favorite thing and my other favorite thing got together just to laugh at my inability to eat them at my desk. UNFAVORITED, YOU TWO!
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
Well, I know where I'm planting myself for the rest of the reception. MOAR GRAHAM CRACKERS, JEEVES!
I cannot be blamed for sticking my finger in this cake. The textures were too much for me.