Now to frost the entire thing in wasabi.
Anchors (forks) away my boys, anchors awaaaaayyyy.
Did Jean Grey finally come around?
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.