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

My Lil’ Home Pride

This has to be one of the coolest things ever for someone who hates to lug laundry so far far away (ok, one block, but you get the idea) to be cleaned. My brilliant, insightful, all-knowing mom sent this to me, knowing that I’d rather be washing those fine-washables in a machine rather than, dare I say?, by hand or by schlep. Thanks, Mom!

http://www.amazon.com/Washmate-Cyclone-Washer-Machine/dp/B0006ZS0S8