You Can't Make Me

This information will surprise a few people.

I am a head-strong woman.
I can be stubborn.
I can be obstinate.
I can be demanding and impatient...oh my freaking heck. I just described Miss Ky--

Anyhoo...

I do NOT like being told what to do. Ever.
Even if it's the best advice, the best answer, a brilliant idea-- if you tell me to do it, I won't. That's me. It's how I roll.

So you can imagine how my back hair bristled (ok, I don't have back hair, but if I did, it would have stood at attention) when Google wouldn't let me sign on to my blog.

"Your password is weak, choose a new one"

"no"

Try a different browser...

"Your password is weak, choose a new one"

"I said, 'No', it's my blog I'll decide if I want a weak password or not!"

I eventually had to give it a stupid password just to go forward.

Now I have the Fort Knox of passwords.
The mote, the iron gate, the 30 foot wall of password. Ain't NOBODY telling me my password is weak again. It may even keep ME out when the sleep deprived brain cells begin degenerating.

Later, when I went to fetch my mail (from my google account), it didn't know me. Couldn't even recognize my usual heavy-handed tap taptap tap tap taptap.
My Macbaby is set up to sign in with my "weak" password but google is protected by my new uber-password.

Like I didn't have enough to do.