The Terrible Joy of Yelling at an Amazon Echo

I love to scream at robots. She lives in the Amazon Echo in my kitchen. I call her terrible names when she plays the wrong Pandora station. I roll my eyes in her general direction when she can't figure out how to turn the light on. Sometimes I roll them so far back they flit over to the actual light switch across the room on the wall, which I can't be bothered to stand and flick myself.