My husband enjoys a traditional late breakfast with his mother and brother on Sunday mornings. Before he leaves, he watches an oil painting show upstairs while I putter around with writing or light housekeeping downstairs.
I usually like a quiet house but I decided to reconcile with the other woman.
“Alexa, play Adam Lambert.”
I can’t find music by Adam Lambert in your library but it is available on Amazon music unlimited.
Yeah, I love Adam as much as the first guy but I wasn’t dishing out any cash unless I was at his concert, so I tried again:
“Alexa, play Cher.”
I can’t find music by Cher in your library but it is available on Amazon music unlimited.
“Alexa, play Bette Midler.”
It was like a broken echo Dot. Skipping and repeating…dot, dot, dot
Okay, okay, I got it. The bitch wanted money and a playlist before she’d grace me with any of my favorite tunes.
Making the requests was easy enough though, so I didn’t stop there. I tried to generalize:
“Alexa, play good music.”
I don’t have any good music to play.
Really? Great Marketing you Amazon chickiepoo.
“Alexa, play classical.”
Turns out Alexa didn’t have any Concertos or Royal Parade music, so she honed in on the root word “classic” and started playing classic rock.
…from Richie’s playlist. He and Alexa are quite the pair now. I was trying to listen to something different for a change.
Richie came down the stairs with a chuckle as I gave in and said, “Alexa, play Allman Brothers.”
Richie seemed pleased with my working selection as he headed out the door to meet his family. He thinks it’s funny that he has the app and I’m ready to kick Alexa’s ass.
I listened to the classics that are so well known in this house and started to make myself a nice breakfast. As I cracked the eggs for my French toast, Alexa interrupted with a bulletin.
Reminder: Donna is a dumbass.
Alexa was mean-spirited and enjoyed saying it. Richie, on the other hand, was humorously telling me to catch up with the technological times. I knew he was laughing in his Jeep.
I begrudgingly grinned from ear-to-ear and cracked up with my egg shells. I was charmed to know he still thinks of me so creatively when he’s gone. After all these years he certainly knows how to push my buttons. I soaked my French toast, set the table for one and hit Alexa’s off button. I had some writing to do in my quiet house.