People ask me why I have this blog and I joke it's to promote my kids or post pics of Neil Gaiman but it's a lot more than that. It's not just my daily gossip column -- it's a place to vent because in the real world, I'm someone who internalizes and it's really great to have this outlet.
While I was in New York City this weekend having possibly the best time I have ever had in that city with my daughter and son, my husband went out to buy gas in Philadelphia and was thrown to the ground and brutally beaten by three thugs who then grabbed his car keys and sped off in our Jeep.
He's home now and okay though badly bruised. The police just called -- they found our car -- ironically twenty miles away and mere blocks from where Gary and I both grew up (!)...its windows smashed.
I guess it wasn't enough for them to hurt Gary -- who is the original long haired peace loving hippie -- and steal our car -- their rage was such they had to smash and break the windows, too.
Anyway, I do want to talk about the weekend and focus on things that are positive in this world and I will -- but right now I need to chill and be with Gary and make sure he really is okay. I worry about stuff like post-traumatic stress disorder and if I have it right now, I can only imagine how he must feel.
This sucks. It truly, truly sucks.