"Are you okay? Is everything okay?"
And I was initially confused. I was fine; things were fine; life was fine.
But then, in the back of my mind, the soundtrack to Jaws began playing.
You see, last Thursday, I had pressed what I can only describe as The Total Deletion Button on my Typepad blog. I had actually pressed it over and over and over again. The process went something like this:
Hi, Typepad user! To delete your entire blog, all of its contents, and even your very account, click this button. (click)
Okay, you clicked that button, but did you really mean it? Because clicking that button means that you want to delete your entire blog, and everything in it, and your very own online Typepad self. (click)
We're just double checking, to make very sure that you've understood that you clicked the delete button. (click) (click!) (CLICK!!)
And then it FINALLY gave me a confirmation ("You clicked the button. We're in the process of deleting your blog. We'll email you when it's all over.") and I had gotten rid of my attached Yahoo email address, so I thought that was that.
Well, come to find out, it takes Typepad a WEEK to delete a blog. So last night, everything was Gone. Again. By this time, I was on the phone with the amazingly wonderful (incredibly kind and fabulously phenomenal) person I talked about, above, and once we both really understood what had happened, we just couldn't HELP ourselves. We laughed and LAUGHED AND LAUGHED.
Evidently, somewhere in Germany Shannon and Dave were laughing as well! Because, Dude, this stuff is FUNNY!! You can't make this stuff up!
As I scrambled to bring back even the barest bones of a blog ("Hi! It's fine! I'm here!"), my restored Yahoo email account blipped in a happy little Typepad email ("Just letting you know! We deleted your blog! Just like you asked us to! Please consider using us the next time you think about blogging!") and the hilarity began anew.
I won't lie; I was initially frustrated. I had just spent Monday and Tuesday restoring my previously deleted blog, and then it got re-deleted on Wednesday! And this time, the sidebar link list was even gone! And so was what I can only describe as the (intentionally vague - sorry, Muttering!) Tiger Treatise ("Tiger" having been previously stolen from Diplopundit, who is, quite honestly, one of the most brilliant people ever, and I mean that).
But... after Deletion 2.0 sank into my consciousness, I was strangely elated. A fresh start!
And the Tiger Treatise? I'm secretly thrilled that it's gone. I have all the darling comments you guys left safely tucked away in my email box, for Typepad emails all comments to me, and the post itself can lie in whatever digital grave there is for deleted posts. It had generated some funky attention, and had brought about some understandable (yet impossible to answer) emails ("Just to clarify, Ms. Daring Adventure, on line 4 of paragraph 3 you used the word "is." When you used the word "is"...) because of its (necessary) vagueness. Bye bye, Tiger Treatise! God deleted your rear end, so who am I to argue?
So here, life is good. A clean, fresh start. A blog with no mistakes. A sunny day in beautiful Northern Virginia. The Oakwood weekly maid service even comes today!
And, best of all, my total fox of a husband had to wear a suit to training class this morning (awesome suit + killer tie = wife eye candy)! As I watched him painstakingly lintroller every square inch of his recently-moved-to-DC-from-Houston suit (and then also his DRESS SOCKS) right before he walked out the door, I was struck again by just how conscientious and detailed he is. How he works so hard to Get it Right. And, ultimately, THAT is what his coworkers are seeing every day, rain or shine, day in and day out. THAT is what will define his Corridor Reputation. And I'm proud to be the lucky wife of such a man.