Poor birdie, doesn't he realize that the flower has a button in the middle and isn't a real flower at all? Poor blogger, doesn't she realize that the whole thing is made of sugar and the birdie isn't even real? I get lost sometimes guys, for real.
If I could, I'd hop onto a sailboat and get far far away from the land of grocery shopping for pumpkin pie supplies and sparkling cider. Just wake me when the turkey's ready and I won't have to hurt anyone.
This would go so well at a tea party with mismatched antique teacups and saucers. Matching sets are nice and all but there's something so charming about a cobbled together collection. Plus, one pattern just gets boring, right?
Man, if I've got a bowl of noodles, you could plunk me on a cloud surrounded by stars with faces and even balance a little yellow baby thing on my head and I probably wouldn't notice. I love noodles that much. Just as long as you keep them coming.