by Rocky Mountain Stepmom
I was thinking, “Good thing I have a dumb home.” Then I realized that my
sous vide talks to my phone, and my phone talks to Alexa, so probably
Alexa and my phone gossip about the sous vide. Never mind the horror
stories about the smart houses taking over and killing us. I expect that
the Internet of Things will form cliques, unfriend each other on
Facebook, ditch each other right before prom, cry a lot, and refuse to
cooperate on group projects.
Oh, and my phone answers the doorbell, so who knows who they’re letting
in for parties while I’m out?
Totebaggers, how smart is your house? How smart do you want it to be?