Have You Heard From Me Lately?

If you received an email from me, lately, it probably wasn't from me. Someone hacked my Yahoo email account and sent spam laced emails to all of my contacts. I didn't even know about it until someone mentioned on Facebook that they had been receiving strange emails from me. When I looked into my account history, I was shocked to see that my account had been accessed from several other states and countries. I have no idea how it happened, but I hope I've put an end to it.

I did send out an email explaining the situation. You should be able to tell it's from me (and not the hacker) by the heading which reads "My email was hacked, delete all recent emails from me". Sorry about the confusion!

My hand is feeling better and I should be back to blogging very soon!

Willoughby

Comments

Bill Lisleman said…

I got your email explaining thanks again. Hope you hand is feeling better soon.

March 8, 2012 at 10:18 AM

Jenny said…

How's your hand?

How are you?

Everything okay up in your neck of the woods?

Hugs from Arizona.

March 13, 2012 at 10:56 AM

Joanna Jenkins said…

Dang SPAM!?!?! Grrrr.

Hope you're on the mend soon. I know how tough it can be to actually rest and not use your hands. It's not as easy as it sounds!

Feel good. xo jj

March 20, 2012 at 11:59 AM

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