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.
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.
I proposed to my boyfriend at LEGOLAND with a LEGO version of us when we first met (me dressed as Amy Pond and him in a top hat) in front of a LEGO TARDIS. I made him use a sonic screwdriver to get the ring out. =)
The extra nerdy touch of the LEGO toppers is perfection!
I know I'm not supposed to say this but, whatever red stuff is running down the side looks delicious. That's what I call a mmmmmassacre!