The White Lily Blog

Please Don’t Ask!

My credit union demands I put answers to secret security questions, and all of them are frustrating.

This particular firewall must be to protect the bank, not me. On the contrary!  If I’m ever accosted by bad guys demanding access to my account, they’ll probably have to kill me, because I won’t remember how I spelled the name of my First Pet.

It was a baby frog I tried to teach to sit upright in a tiny plastic rowboat in Granny’s washtub in the hot August sun, and I was too little to spell the name I gave it at the ‘funeral,’ after I forgot it and went for ice-cream and came home and it had fried.

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