Blogtastrophe

Last Friday, James called me at work.

“Jame, I’m so freaked out right now, I’m shaking.”

OMG.  Horrible thoughts are running through my head at lightening speed.  Are you OK?  Did something happen?  Was there an earthquake in the south bay that I didn’t feel at work and furniture has injured you in the home office?  Yes, this thought actually went through my mind in the millisecond that it took for him to say:

“Go to fucillofamily.com.”

Once again, the brain flashes.  Horrible thoughts of anonymous cyber messages threatening to steal my little kid…   I pull up our website and there’s a strange, generic landing page.  Huh?…   What happened?  Did the hosting company go out of business and take all of our information with it?

“They told me to update this software and it erased our blog.”

Poor James was so scared that he had lost 7 months of my random thoughts and ramblings.  I have the best husband ever.  I really do.