Alexa #theend

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.”

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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?

Stay tuned.

<In the meantime, read Alexa’s prior entry here.>

Count Down

I want to be home every night to savor those last hours with our girls before they move into their dorms.

My girls want see their homies every night saying good-bye before their friends move away too.

I guess I’ll spend time with them at Thanksgiving – looking at them in the mirror – as they get ready to catch up with friends.