Friends Who Frivolously Froth

I am blessed to have friends—friends who not only let me live with them for three weeks while I got myself moved across the country from NY to SF, started a new job, and fought off bronchitis, but who welcomed me with open arms when I was tired, grumpy, busy, and feeling generally chaotic inside.

So when I moved out of their cozy, calm corner of the seaside town of Tiburon and into my new snazzy apartment in the city, they gave me a house-warming gift (as if providing love, scotch, and a pit-stop place to live wasn’t enough) and I have to say, this gift is…fantastic.

It’s a Frother.

Now, I know, I know… it’s a frivolous bit of gadgetry, but I do have to say that while living with my saintly (and sometimes sinister but that’s another story) friends, Erica and Jim, I got a wee bit spoiled using a Frother to foam up my warm and delicious morning coffee.

And now, thanks to my Friends Who Froth… I, too, have become a Frivolous Frother.

Thanks “Party Cats!”

The Frother