Cotton candy is pretty much just a snack kids eat at the fair, right? I always thought so. Oh how wrong I was! I know what I'm serving at my next party!
We all knew he had another, more useful purpose.
A trillion years ago when I was a wee tot I had a mug with a little mouse in it who would pop his head out to say hello when I was about half done with my cocoa. I'm glad to see that there is a classy adult version now that I'm an ancient lady.
I prefer my margaritas on the rocks instead of blended but I'll take what I can get.
At least it's your own mustache and not someone else's.
As sad as it is to watch a little Russian doll melt in your drink, just think, you can always make more!