…a bite of the ridiculousness that is my brain.

After forgetting my iTunes password for the eighty billionth time, I logged my information in to answer my secret question, only to be given the following:

‘What do weasels live in?’

I couldn’t make that up if I tried, Tumblettes. I have no recollection of choosing that as my go-to “I’ll-never-forget-the-answer” question, but do have a vague memory of friends in Alaska calling me a weasarooguin.

…it’s a long story.