I break so many lights forgetting that I'm not in a video game.
Next time I move homes I want a cake in the shape of my new house. There must be something symbolic about eating a replica of your home. What could it mean?
Whatever goes into your sternum comes out of mine. We can share secrets!
Nothing gets me more excited to party than confetti and little stripey candles! Who has the champagne?
These cookies look incredibly delicious yet at the same time, more than I want to eat them I want to use them as tiles for a kitchen backsplash. If only I could do both!
I'm like a magpie, I catch a glint and I must bring it back to my nest.
Is it possible to make a cake pop taste a little minty without it tasting like toothpaste? That's what I want from these wintry little guys.