The following was posted yesterday on another site when this one was taken over by hackers. If you stopped by, you probably noticed. Have no fear. I have not been recruited by Hamas regardless of how it appeared here. (I’m talking to you CIA guy opening up a file on me.) A more complete post coming soon.

This morning I awoke to discover that my website had been hacked by a militant Palestinian group, which is not the sort of thing you expect to say when you’re a mystery author who writes about zany Chihuahuas. My tech team – which consists entirely of my husband and his very large brain – is attempting to restore order. This could take awhile. In the meantime, this post will be a clearinghouse of Twitter and Facebook updates, by which I mean an outlet for my impotent rage.

11:40 a.m.
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My website was hijacked by – I swear I am not making this up – Palestinian militants.

11:40 a.m.
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Managed to removed their crap. Still trying to restore all of my info.

11:40 a.m.
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If they grew up in my neighborhood, their mother would make them rake my leaves and wash my car for a month as punishment.

11:45 a.m.
(Realized we had not managed to remove their crap. Cussing ensues.)

11:50 a.m.
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Hackers had the nerve to sign their work. That’s it. Palestinian militants are officially off my Christmas card list.

12:40 p.m.
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Best friend asked what my plan was for dealing with militant hijacked website. Does impotent rage and cussing count as a plan?

12:45 p.m.
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Just in case you were wondering, I do not favor jihad. Mostly I’m into bluesy singer/songwriters and cool ice cream flavors.

3:25 p.m.
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Still attempting to regain control of hijacked website. Husband refers to necessary repairs as “open heart surgery.”

3:36 p.m.
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Progress on website debacle! (Holds breath in anticipation.)

4:25 p.m.
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This just in: Husband and his big brain save website. Ticker tape parade expected down Wilshire in his honor.