A call this morning from one Jay.
"Good morning Miss Schauf, this is New York City Verizon's Jay ---, You must contact us between 7 and 7:15 every morning at this number to check in from this day forward."
"Weekends too?"
"Uh, I don't know, I'll have...her...call you back on that. This is in regards to the e-mail we sent to you last evening Miss Schauf".
"I don't have access to my e-mail. This phone number is the best way to reach me."
"That would explain why we didn't hear from you then."
"Yes. Thank you. I'll call. Bye."


New York is great, and I'm learning my way around the neighborhood- like how to get everyday stuff done. Like buy underwear, and postcards, and pharmacuiticals (not those kinds of pharmacuiticals...)
Oh yeah- I think I conditioned my hair with hand lotion this morning.
The housekeeping asked if I wanted service today since I locked her out all of yesterday while sleeping, and cramping, and trying to hold my pounding head together. Mom called too under a hunch that something was a little off.

Tiobeto calls it growing pains, and he is incredibly sweet and clever the way he can talk me out of my madness in just a 10-15 minute voicemail.
xoxox
cv
PS/I think that I won't be working so hard on becoming a villianess just yet. I like to think my sweetness is part of my southern civility and keeps me looking young--