"Alexa, Clean My Room"
Alexa is our new best friend...she was an anniversary gift to el husbando and he might be in love with her. Who am I to judge, she tells you whatever you want...when you want to hear it. Funny enough, all of the questions you ask her end up on el husbando's app on his phone. I am going to have so much fun with this. Yesterday, while he was out I asked her if she could order me a gallon of vodker, hire a babysitter, and buy me a ticket to Vegas. I mean, hell...let's get some good use out of this gal.
I wish Alexa came with nano-chips...I would chip all of our electronic devices in the house. Pickle has a habit of "taking" whatever she finds, packing it in a suitcase or decorative basket, and hiding it in her room. I couldn't find my external hard drive for weeks, if only Alexa could've helped me out. Hey Amazon...get on that. PS the external hard drive was in a decorative basket in Pickle's room...underneath dirty underwear and all of the combs in the house. She's either going to be a pickpocket or a hoarder...either way, it's fabulous.
I would've paid Alexa serious coinage yesterday to clean my damn house. I spent more hours than I would like to admit on cleaning bathrooms. How does a little girl leave pee everywhere? Oh yeah...she's just "not that into wiping". Seriously, do they teach drip drying at her school? She likes to refer to a butt as a "booty" (thanks, Auntie Pong!)...I might have to start telling her that her booty is going to be stinky, if she doesn't wipe. Or better yet...maybe Alexa can tell her! The best part is that Pickle can't pronounce "Alexa" well enough yet...so she can't order her around. I can wait until that day...I imagine coming home to dozens of Amazon boxes full of apple "jush", decorative baskets, and lollipops.
Okay, it may sound like I sell shit for Amazon with this post. But, I don't...I build shit. "Hey, Alexa...order me a new chopsaw for Christmas."
Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble, gobble.
I wish Alexa came with nano-chips...I would chip all of our electronic devices in the house. Pickle has a habit of "taking" whatever she finds, packing it in a suitcase or decorative basket, and hiding it in her room. I couldn't find my external hard drive for weeks, if only Alexa could've helped me out. Hey Amazon...get on that. PS the external hard drive was in a decorative basket in Pickle's room...underneath dirty underwear and all of the combs in the house. She's either going to be a pickpocket or a hoarder...either way, it's fabulous.
I would've paid Alexa serious coinage yesterday to clean my damn house. I spent more hours than I would like to admit on cleaning bathrooms. How does a little girl leave pee everywhere? Oh yeah...she's just "not that into wiping". Seriously, do they teach drip drying at her school? She likes to refer to a butt as a "booty" (thanks, Auntie Pong!)...I might have to start telling her that her booty is going to be stinky, if she doesn't wipe. Or better yet...maybe Alexa can tell her! The best part is that Pickle can't pronounce "Alexa" well enough yet...so she can't order her around. I can wait until that day...I imagine coming home to dozens of Amazon boxes full of apple "jush", decorative baskets, and lollipops.
Okay, it may sound like I sell shit for Amazon with this post. But, I don't...I build shit. "Hey, Alexa...order me a new chopsaw for Christmas."
Happy Thanksgiving! Gobble, gobble.
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