My Love/Hate Relationship with Alexa

My Amazon Alexa device has made my life more fun and easier in many ways. She is also a source of endless frustration, which I sometimes wonder if it is on purpose.

I like being able to add to my grocery list as I run out of items. If only she understood me all the time. I was planning on making collard greens so I needed a ham hock.

"Alexa, add to shopping list"

"Sure. What can I add."

"Ham Hock"

"I'm Hawk added. Anything else?"

"Broccoli"

"Rockleigh added. Anything else?"

"Mozzarella Cheese"

"How's The Rella Cheese added. Anything else?"

(Sigh) "Nothing."

I was able to use Alexa to find my phone. She used to say, "Calling Roo" and my phone would ring and I could find it. Somehow she forgot how to do this so I assumed that I had to add a new skill to find my phone.

I started by saying, "Alexa, find my phone."

She asked for the phone number. Good start.

Now the glitch. She sends a text to my LOST PHONE and asks me to enter the code online. If I could find the g**damned phone then maybe I could tell her what the text code was. Eventually I found it somewhere in the kitchen, but I was already madder than a wet hen.

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