My husband loves lego's so I stole all his mini-figs and surprised him.
Please tell your husband that any mini-figs he may be missing are currently traveling through my small intestine. I will return them tomorrow.
It's OK, I'm pretty sure nobody's going to be upset if some of the foundation is showing.
I'll love you forever and always... as long as you promise to never be under my bare feet. Because stepping on Legos is undeniably the most painful experience I've ever known.
Sarah says: "My husband loves LEGOs, so he designed his groom's cake. He also built the base. There's even a little LEGO cake topper. The man loves his toys."
Not trying to be rude, just trying to be literal.