I HATE Spammers

The night before last, Dave and I were settling down to watch Field of Dreams. We've never seen it and there was nothing else on. As we get about 10 minutes into the movie, "If you build it, he will come," my email starts pinging in the other room. I get up to check and I have 30 messages of spam seemingly sent from my own account. They have all been returned by the recipients as spam. What the heck?!?!?! (I can't use the language I really want since this is a blog about my kids after all but feel free to substitute the coarse language word of your choice at select locations throughout this post)

Three minutes later 40 more of the same messages. Six minutes later and my mailbox is rapidly filling up with 100s of bounced messages. Dave urges me to call my hosting service and sure enough this happens all the time. Isn't that nice? Spammers can use any email address they want as their out-going mailbox. Meanwhile people in Indonesia, the US Midwest and Australia think Ellie Bellie Kids is trying to sell them Vigara and Cialis at super crazy reduced prices.

So if you were spammed by what appears to be us, let me clarify, I did not send it. I don't want you to have larger genitals. I do not care if you can not satisfy your lover. I don't have any super secret oops-I've-said-to-much stock tips to share with you. I, like you, hate spammers and hope they get hit by a bus.

There. I hope that clears it up.