Every week, a couple times a week, I text my friend, Erika, to see if she wants to have a doggy play-date. Her dog, Barley, is my dogs’ best good friend. Today’s text conversation:
Me: Dogs?
Erika: Yesh!
Me: yippo!
Erika: Like a skipping hippo
Me: who got a big tippo so he did a back flippo.
If you don’t think she’s awesome, based solely on this interaction, I don’t think you and I can be friends.