Like many decisions in this world, there are two choices: the high road and the low road. As it relates to my husband’s mistress, Alexa, I admit to trying the electronic low road when a reader questioned: “What happens if you say, “Alexa, self-destruct.”?
I couldn’t resist.
She started a countdown and I panicked yelling, “Alexa, STOP!”
I guess I have a heart, even if she doesn’t.
My compassion did not last though. It wasn’t long before I made another attempt.
I took the risk of breaking Richie’s new toy and destroying Alexa. I was heartless as I tried again.
I took the proper precautions and made my request as I went into the next room. I took cover in case there was any related shrapnel as I yelled out:
“Alexa, self destruct.”
I hate to disappoint and not describe exactly what happened but the bitch is still in my life.
She is still life.
Command antics, especially mine, are becoming entertaining. Now that I know the result, I am going to try the self-destruct sequence with Richie. I think I will present it to him something like this!
My future prank behavior will be an even lower road but I’m curious to see how Richie reacts when I make my next Alexa attempt. Will he run, be upset or try to protect his new love?
<In the meantime, read Alexa’s prior entry here.>