It's called a mellow yellow. It's time to let those rays fill you with light, and laughter, so do you know what looks yellow and smells like blue paint? Yellow paint.
The man's big yellow hat has gotten a little out of control these days. That hat is massive! Or is George now a little pygmy monkey? Either way, I understand what's going on so much better now that it's clear that the hat is stuffed with cake.
Now that it's for reals Spring out here and I've changed my haircolor to help feel brighter and sunnier, I'm craving super bright flowers and sunny little sweets.
He's sad that you found out about his delicious fruity center. Don't worry, I won't tell!
What are you looking at, turtle? Is there something on the ground over there? Is it a bug? A ladybug? Aw, make friends with it!
Recently I decided that I'm going to model myself after one of those crazy, artsy, metropolitan wackos who only wears one color every day forever. I've chosen yellow and I figure that in two or three years I can weed out all the clothes that aren't yellow, black, white, grey or bluejeans (because really, who are we kidding here? Jeans are important.) and be a bonafide eccentric.
Everything yellow I see speaks to me. This cake gives me lovely flutters!
The grey is getting lower and thicker and more and more oppressive out there. These super bright and cheery lemon cookies are snapping me out of my funk. Time to put on something colorful and dance around alone in my house.
Wouldn't this springtimey cake make a lovely hat for a garden party? I went to a wedding performance art thing once where there was a girl dressed as a wedding cake with real cake on her hat. She wandered through the party and bent down so people could take bites. I'm pretty sure anyone with an edible hat would be the life of the party.
