Sometimes your friends totally get you. And that's occasionally a good thing. I'm not entirely sure in this case.

And this is why I don’t like to use messages.  Or the phone.  Or the vacuum.

I’m the one in blue.

PS.  The cat is fine. My ego is bruised.  My phone is grounded.  My friends get me a little too well.  It’s disconcerting.  And awesome.