Well, I know where I'm planting myself for the rest of the reception. MOAR GRAHAM CRACKERS, JEEVES!
Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
Develop those neck muscles, girl.
Real flowers die, twine and felt is forever!
Here, have one of these chocolate feels.
I like this wedding already.