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I'm over using an old tin can on my desk to hold paperclips and pencils. It's time for something foxier.

Call it a cake in a jar, call it a jark, I honestly couldn't care less what you call it, just get me a spoon and get out of my way!

Your heart requires safe keeping. Don't want it to get broken, do you?

There's no shame in being briny and delicious!

Let's face it, once you cut into a pie it's just a mess. It's much easier to maintain the aesthetics of a pie if each person has their own.

Why dig in the dirt when you can carry a mushroom in your pocket!

You can only use them when you really really need them.

I hope that after you wear this for a while, you'll find a nice place to let the poor little guy go.

Sweet, sweet honey, I'm so glad you're around to spread on toast and dribble in tea. Bees, you're tops!

Keep your salad from wilting before you eat it!

If bees really looked like this, I'd welcome them bumbling around my house.

Every one of my love bugs is unique and special.

Salt. It's inside me. I don't feel one way or the other. Enjoy your salt. Or don't. I don't care.

This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?

There's something really soothing about having a new spherical friend who only requires a little misting now and again.