So My Phones Glued To My Ear, What of It?

I woke up at 5:30 again this morning, a pesky little inconvenience in my book. I laid in bed for another hour before I decided to hell with the hopes of falling back in a peaceful slumber and got my dragging ass out of bed.
When Rowdy started stirring an hour later, he poured a cup of coffee and turned on Good Morning America. They, of course, were all chipper as though someone had dropped a couple of tabs of Ecstasy in their morning joe. (Does that come in tabs? I don't know so stop laughing at me if I doesn't. I'm hip.)
After a few segments, they started yammering on about some new study asserting that too much interaction with other females can actually be bad for a woman's life. I looked over and saw Rowdy's ears perk up. He glanced over at me all slyly.
The television shrink explained that female friends can be certainly beneficial if they are kept at an arm's length. She then explained that talking out every breath of your day can be drama bait or some such shit.
Rowdy's glances became less sly and then they morphed into all out stares.
"Do you think Mollie is watching this?" he quizzed.
"I doubt it, why?"
"Well, I think it might be something both of you needed to watch."
"Just what do you mean by that?" I snapped.
"Ummm.... you talk on the phone while you are cooking breakfast. You talk on the phone while you cooking supper. You talk on the phone while you drive to her house, only hanging up when she answers the front door."
"Suck it, Rowdy."