What the HELL, Verizon?!

I went to the mailbox this morning and found one lonely form letter waiting for me - a serious disappointment and totally not worth crossing the street for. Yet another solicitation letter from Verizon. Verizon was our sworn enemy for a while as B had raked up hundreds of dollars worth of debt with them from the band days. One day he just stopped paying and they weren't too keen on that. But we've since made nice and apparently they're quite forgiving. Amazing what a $350 check will do.

So while we were once receiving cellular death threats from Verizon, we are now receiving wedding wishes. Except that... wait... I don't think Verizon was on the guest list, were they? Oh wait, no they definitely were NOT. So can you please explain to me how the hell they found out we were married and are now sending us congratulatory offers regarding said marriage? (No, I didn't change my name with them, no we haven't filed taxes yet, etc.)

CREEPY! Any way you slice it and any explanation you can put forth still makes it creepy. Normally I'm pretty good at keeping any kind of big brother paranoia in check, which is impressive if you knew my father, but this one was a little much.

Have a laugh at someone else's expense

I ran across a hysterical blog today called Cake Wrecks. The author posts cakes that were made by professional bakers and makes comments about them. The tag line to the website is "When professional cakes go horribly, hilariously wrong."

This one picture and her comment had me roaring with laughter:

"This cake is so disturbing, I'm almost glad the picture doesn't include the whole thing. The plastic clone babies wearing naught but mohawks is bad enough, but then they're also riding carrots. What do you do with that? It looks like some kind of perverted vegetable rodeo, or maybe a bizarre clone military exercise, what with their little plastic fists raised high in identical salutes.

And what kind of occasion calls for a "naked babies riding carrots" decor, anyway? No, wait, maybe I don't want to know..."

And if you have a particular brand of wreckage that makes you laugh, click on one of the labels on the side: Beyond Bizarre, Creep Cakes, Mithspellings, and more...

Monday Poll

Here’s a pic of our yummy tapas dinner from last night – curry chicken salad in lettuce, deviled eggs, and crostini with pesto, goat cheese, tomatoes, and walnuts. So good! It’s the second night this weekend we had a tapas dinner… we’re big fans.

On an unrelated note, it occurred to me that we haven’t done a poll in a while. This weekend I was thinking that I hate unloading the dishwasher – I hate it. And I have to do it every day (just about) and it really doesn’t take that long, but for some reason, I absolutely dread it. So here’s the question: What housekeeping chore do you dread and why??

While you’re answering that, I’ll be dragging my sorry ass back to pilates for the first time in well over a month (ouch!), and heading up to the museum to volunteer. Hope you’re easing into your week!

Adventures at the DMV

Here’s a tip for those of you who will be making any changes to your license – THEY WILL TAKE A NEW PICTURE! So, you know, don’t go in there having not showered for two days, in your Old Navy velour track outfit, with your hair in a tousled mess. Because you know what will happen? Two weeks later a new license will arrive that has your new married name and the picture will say Hi, I’m Scarlet, and HERE’S MY FOREHEAD!!!

Thank god we’re moving.

Another Meal Success

We received the coolest wedding present yesterday! Some family friend's of B sent us a case of various wines from California with personalized labels on them. What a great gift! AND our wine cabinet is full for the first time which is awesome. It's never occurred to me to ask for wine as a present before, but I think we should from now on. It's so nice to have around to make any meal more special and it's a treat that we usually wouldn't spend the money on.

Last night we opened the Chenin Blanc, which is a wine we never buy but it was excellent. It's similar to a Pinot Grigio - light, crisp, flavors of apple and pear. It was perfect for our Brinner
(Scrubs reference to having breakfast for dinner). I would say we have Brinner at least once a week and by now B is a whiz at making amazing breakfast burritos.

Additionally, I had another meal success of my own last night that I was very proud of. I wanted a side salad, but when you're eating eggs for a meal a regular salad would feel too heavy, so I invented a dressing and it was great!! It was so light and delicious and actually matched perfectly with the eggs and the wine. Look how pretty!

Recipe - Juice from 1/2 a lemon, a few tablespoons of olive oil, a teaspoon of Dijon mustard, and some dried basil. Whisk together and serve.

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Today's Humorous Visual - Yesterday on the way to work B saw a horse on a treadmill. Really.

Simply Elegant

We had such a great dinner last night - so simple and yet so yummy and elegant. It reminded me of dinner at my Aunt Carol and Uncle Tony's house where the go-to meal is (of course) angel hair pasta with homemade sauce and a huge salad. Aunt Carol's salads, comprised of nothing but salad greens, spices, and oil and vinegar, are legendary because they are always so good and unable to be repeated by any of us who try. But I think I got pretty close last night. I inhaled the salad like it was my last meal, so it must have been good.

Additionally I cracked a bottle of Cab Franc and made the most heavenly appetizer by Giada. It was SO simple and yet one of the best starters I've ever had. B and I just kept going "WOW!" "Oh!! Damn! It's SO GOOD!" All it was was Crostini with Gorgonzola and Honey. Slice a baguette, coat with olive oil and toast. Then add slices of gorgonzola and drizzle with honey - that's it. The honey cuts through all of the intense flavor of the gorgonzola and it's such a smooth, buttery, and slightly sweet treat. I would even have it for a dessert in that eat-like-the-French-and-have-cheese-for-dessert kind of way.

Are you SURE you're a foodie??

Today's lunch:

1 microwave burrito (yes, one of those)
3 roasted marshmallows on a skewer - cooked over the electric stove.


This is what my life has come to. All I've been doing the past week is weeding out and packing so I truly have nothing interesting to talk about. My apologies. Maybe you could just come here not to read about what I have to say, but rather to click on all the links on the side - I promise you that other people are doing a great job at leading fascinating lives :)

Things I've learned while jobless

A few weeks in to life as a housewife, I've learned a few things...


1) It's amazing how many dirty dishes and dirty laundry one childless couple has the ability to produce.

2) It's equally amazing how happy it makes B to come home to a fully prepared meal. He was so happy yesterday, he stopped at the store to buy me candy as a reward :)

3) I'm still woefully behind in returning emails.

4) I really don't know how I ever survived before without my daily nap. (Then again, I have quite a few memories of spacing out at my various desks over the years due to fatigue)

5) I had NO idea how much crap we were carting around with us, but I think we're up to box 15 for the garage sale and these are not small boxes.



Also, there is not a lot of love for the new blog design I'm told. I can't come up with something I really like and blogger has terrible editing options, so we'll hang out with this design for a while. Sorry.

Oh... uh... how'd that get in there??

Gotta love a couple who buys an entire cart full of healthy food, vegetables galore, low sugar everything, probiotic yogurt, organic lemonade, etc. and then 8 disgusting microwave burritos with names like "RED HOT BEEF!"

So THAT's where it went

Conversation while entering the movie theater last night - directly after handing the lady our tickets.


B - I just had a realization

S - Yeah?

B - I just became officially married, right now, right at this moment.

S - What? Why?

B - It's a Friday. I'm alone with my wife. And we're seeing a MUSICAL instead of the latest Batman movie, which is playing right next door.

S - Do you feel like your penis just feel off?

B - Yeah... I kinda do.


I told him that I was going to report this hysterical conversation to blog land and he said that I should, as a warning to all of the other pre-married men out there. I didn't break it to him that no pre-married men read the website, but that's ok.

For the record, except for the first 20 minutes which I found annoying, Mamma Mia ROOOCKED!! I mean, you really have to like color and dance and jazz hands, but if you do, you're totally set. Also, Meryl Streep can apparently do anything as I had no idea she was a singer, and she kicked the crap out of those songs. (B liked it too, but I'm sure he'll never admit that to you)

Blueberry Redemption

Two days ago I decided to use my extra free time and copious blueberries to make blueberry muffins from scratch. Although I feel ahead of the curve when it comes to cooking, I'm definitely behind the curve when it comes to baking. So, at 30 years old, I was going to make blueberry muffins from scratch for the first time.

I was plugging along with my How to Make Everything cookbook and was pleasantly surprised at how easy the whole process was. Wet ingredients, dry ingredients, little well in the dry ingredients, new muffin pan off the registry. And then I thought to myself, how strange that there is no baking soda or baking powder. But, what do I know, apparently this is how muffins are made. And then - and this is the kicker - I double checked the recipe... TWICE. And yet somehow through the gods of eyesight, I still never saw the 3 tsp of baking powder. So needless to say the "muffins" were much closer to blue hockey pucks than edible treats.

Despite the first cooking tragedy, there were still tons of blueberries, so I made B and I blueberry pancakes this morning. I was too lazy for any kind of homemade recipe, so I was all about the Bisquick. It was therapeutic, I feel like slightly less of a culinary moron now. As you can see I made a few more pancakes than two people can eat, so we'll have breakfast for the entire weekend now.

Honeymoon Activities

As promised, chapter 2 of the honeymoon write-up. The activities. As much as B & I knew we needed to relax, nine days is far too much beach time for either one of us to sit on a beach and do nothing, so we participated in pretty much every activity that Turks & Caicos had to offer. But again, the blessing of being there for so long was that we only did one activity every other day. So we still had tons of time to relax, but we never got bored.

The World's Only Conch Farm

Although conch is rarely seen on menus in the US, it's a staple protein for the Caribbean islands. However, much like everything else we over poach, it's becoming endangered in the wild. Enter, the Conch Farm! The farm was started back in the early 80s when a marine biologist from Mystic, CT sailed his boat to Turks to study the queen conch, crashed it, and stayed to set up the farm.

B and I know nothing at all about conch, except for the fact that we had eaten them fried a day earlier (oops!), so it was interesting to learn about something completely new. The conch raised at the farm are born and bred right at the farm, taken through to adulthood, and then sold to the local restaurants for food. B is at the "2 year old" tank in this photo. After they are raised in these little pens, they get moved outside into large holding tanks, and after that, they're moved again out into the ocean pens. It was crazy to see them "walking" around their pens just like a regular animal who happened to have a shell on it's back.

Of course, after taking the entire tour we didn't eat any more conch the rest of the trip, but it was good to learn about such an important part of the local heritage. And besides, what a random claim to fame - we've been the the world's only conch farm!

Sunset Sail

Ahh, the sunset sail. What a treasure that was. This was one of those things that we fully expected would cost several hundred dollars. After all, you were given the opportunity to sail around the various islands, drink unlimited rum punch, see some iguanas, go snorkling, and then take a slow ride back as the sun set. But we felt like we couldn't come all the way to the Caribbean to such a secluded wonderland and not experience the beauty of the ocean, so we called. $60! That's it!

One day later, we were cruisin'! We hung out on the trampolines on the front of the catamaran as we cruised to Iguana Island, home to the world's only Rock Iguanas. As we pulled up to the shore, we saw a sting ray that was about 4 feet in diameter! But he swam away and we walked to shore without incident. At first we were a little dubious that we would actually see any iguanas. The island was a pretty healthy size with a nice boardwalk through the middle. But we weren't two steps onto the boardwalk before we saw iguana after iguana. It was unbelievable! It was like they were posing. And I have no idea why they would hang out near the people when there is no benefit, but there they were!

After that, it was more sailing and then to our first snorkle. The only time I had ever gone snorkling was off the coast of Catalina Island near California. It was a very low key experience and nothing at all like this one. I had no idea that certain reefs are no where near the shore and are basically just in the middle of the ocean. And the mid-ocean snorkle brings about a lot of issues not present in shallow-reef snorkling. Basically, current. Strong current. It would have probably been tolerable had my mask not been broken, but the combination of the two issues basically made me feel like I was drowning. So I kept a death grip on B's hand and he helped me quite a bit. I was still glad that I did it because I was afraid to even get off the boat based on how rough the current was, but I did it anyway, so I was proud. Proud, and glad when it was over. There would be more snorkling later in the trip to redeem this experience.

Parasailing

OK, if you saw the Kodak Gallery album, you know that parasailing wasn't really the best experience for us. Again, though, it was a little about conquering fear. I really didn't want to fly back home always regretting that one thing that we were too scared to do. But this is the weird thing about fear - you never know until after you've done something whether you were scared for no reason, or whether is was your intuition that you should have listened to.

And in this case, it wasn't either answer, maybe a little of both. The main problem was the weather. We went up during some incredibly high winds. So high, in fact, that they were requiring people to go up as twosomes, instead of as single riders. Not that we would have gone up alone anyway, but still. I also learned while we were up there that the only thing my new husband isn't that comfortable with is extreme heights. This was funny because he's otherwise fearless. Also, when you're 300 feet up in the air and climbing, this is not a good time to learn this.

S - How are you doing? (Fully expecting a reassuring answer to calm my own nerves)
B - Uh... I've been better
S - What?!

So once we both got used to the height, there was about five minutes when it was kind of cool, but that's about it. The funny thing is that you don't even feel like you're moving. You're just sitting 450 feet in the air with the air screaming around you. Seeing the other side of the island was nice, but once the weather kicked in and we were getting tossed around with our feet out to the side instead of straight down, it was all down hill from there. For me, it was all about staring at one building and just praying for the whole thing to end. As it turns out, 15 minutes goes a lot slower when you're 50 stories into the open air.

Horse Back Riding

This afternoon was also great! It was also the one activity I had to talk B into, but once we were there, he was very glad we did it. I've only ridden a handful of times and B has only ridden once, so we were both definitely novices. However, the strangest thing happened when they put me on my horse - I felt right at home. I immediately felt like I had been riding for years and had an instinct for what to do. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before, ever, so it was incredible. It must have been evident too because several other riders asked me how long I had been riding. The guide did say that ex-dancers and gymnasts usually make excellent riders because they have a good sense of balance and how to carry their body, so maybe that contributed to it. Thank goodness we're about to move to horse country!! Maybe I can take it up as a hobby.

We took a nice ride down to the beach and then rode through the surf for a while. We even trotted, but it hurt my back, so I didn't do too much of it. The one snafu was the spooking. My horse got spooked twice and took me for quite a ride. The first time someone popped out of the bushes to take a picture (the husband of one of the riders), which spooked the horses. B's horse started spinning in a circle and my horse reared up on two legs and took off straight into the ocean! INTO! But I was able to gain control of her and get her back on track. Of course, I was soaked up to my knees, but that's ok. The second time she got spooked was on the ride home when an SUV came barreling around the corner. This time we were over gravel, so it was a little more treacherous, but still just fine. Our guide told me that I could call myself an intermediate rider already since I survived two spooks in one hour.

Snorkling

Some of you may know that B has an absolute love affair with fish and birds. Watching fish or birds is pretty much the only thing in life, other than golf, that relaxes him. In fact, when we were in Jamaica three years ago for M's wedding, we were late for everything because we had to walk by an outdoor aquarium and I could never pull him away.

So when we emerged from our first snorkling trip, on the sunset sail, he came out of the water with the biggest, happiest eyes I've ever seen and said "It's like swimming in an aquarium!! Did you see it! Did you see the blue one?! I can't believe how many fish were down there! Did you know it would be like that?! I can't believe it!"

So of course we had to go on another snorkling excursion, one where the masks all worked and we were with trained professionals. What an incredible difference! We booked an excursion through a diving company and they took a small boat of people to two different reefs. Without having an underwater camera, I can't even describe the experience of what we saw. It really did look like an aquarium. And the coral was stunning - I wanted to touch all of it. Of course I didn't, but it was striking. We even saw a 5 foot nurse shark and another large sting ray.

The two locations were very different, but both exceptionally beautiful. The first reef was so shallow that you had to be careful while you were swimming so that your fins didn't hit the reef. The whole trip just illuminated the incredible power and beauty of nature. I just kept thinking "the greatest artists in the world couldn't come up with these creatures and I can't believe they actually exist!" I have a feeling that this isn't the last our family has seen of snorkling trips.

Biking

This one wasn't an official trip, just another adventure. Our resort had free bikes that you could use to take to the local restaurants and shops. We only learned about them on the second to last day and I really wish we would have known about them sooner. It was definitely an adventure since the bikes were incredibly old and I haven't been on a bike in over a decade!

Wedding Photos!

Click here for a 5 minute slide show of some of the wedding photos. Our photographer emailed me and said that all of the proofs are being mailed next week, so if there is a link to the entire digital collection as well (and I assume there will be), I'll post that later.

Also - I'll write installment 2 of the honeymoon this evening or tomorrow morning.

Dancing bits of happiness in my mouth

Petite Filet with Gorgonzola and Porcini Mushroom Sauce

Whatever you're doing, put it aside, click on this link, go to the grocery store and make this recipe!! Right now. Go. Seriously, it's absolutely heavenly. As soon as we took our first bites, we immediately looked at each with faces that said "Holy Sh!t... this is too good to be true." Love Giada deLaurentiis!

Cake for Monday

This is the sister cake to the other one I showed you. It's not possible to keep both here at the house because I'm already supplementing every single meal with bites of the first cake, so this one is going into work with B. I found some icing dots from back in my cake decorating days, so I threw those on here. It's not very professional looking, but I have visions of using my Martha Stewart tiered square cake pans to make a lovely tiered cake with big orange and pink dots. Maybe for Baby L or Baby S's birthday, since we'll hopefully be in Nashville by then.

And speaking of Baby L! To those family members that might not read Feather Nester's blog, you must click here to see a few snap shots from the photo session L just had. SO CUTE!!!

Love it!

As I was flitting about the house this morning in a black tank top and black boy short underwear, B told me I looked like I was wearing a 1950s bathing suit. So I said "I WISH they made bathing suits like this - I love those!"

One Google search later and I bring you this! A one piece classic sheath 1950s bathing suit for $69 from My Baby Jojo. So classic.

Yum

Mmmm... chocolate cake with homemade chocolate icing. No reason, just because.

Musings from the homestead

As much as I love food, love to cook, subscribe to Cooking Light, and watch the Food Network nonstop, cooking and food never ceases to baffle me sometimes. For example, what is the scientific reason behind the fact that when you combine lemon juice and cream, it separates the cream every single time, and yet there is never a mention of this in the recipes?

Also, why is it that sometimes I can spend ten minutes and make a gourmet meal or I can do what I did last night - attempt to make a simple meal, and have it take an hour and half, dirty nearly every dish we own, and taste rather simple... maybe even a little boring. I have no idea - it all confuses me. Maybe it's a separate art to be able to look at a recipe and determine if it's actually going to be quick or slow. Because sometimes they look complicated and they're not, and vice versa.

Another question? Why is it that no matter how old you are, everyone claims that their mother makes that one specific dish far better than they could, despite years of trying?

Other than food, week 1 as a housewife is pluggin' along just fine. It's definitely weird to not be using your brain everyday in the more academic sense, but on the flip side, it's SO nice to be able to catch up on all of the things that slipped by the wayside over the past six months. I'm actually able to keep the kitchen clean, keep up with the laundry, unpack some of the wedding gifts, etc. Now if I could just get better about returning all of those emails and Facebook messages!

Welcome to Turks & Caicos

Turks & Caicos Island Chain

The main island of Providenciales, where we stayed. Our resort was in Grace Bay,
where the purple dot is.

I thought I'd take a break from wedding thank you notes to start filling you in on the honeymoon... We went to Turks & Caicos, an island chain in the Caribbean. We knew we wanted to go to the Caribbean, but didn't know where to begin. We also knew that we wanted some place that felt secluded, nothing that felt like Resort Row. Luckily we caught a special on the Travel Channel highlighting various islands and were introduced to Turks.

In addition to the flights costing half as much as those to the lower Caribbean (St. Lucia, St. Johns, etc.), it had the exact feel that we wanted. It was small, a little unknown, and had enough fun activities around the island to keep us entertained. Our resort, the Royal West Indies, had similar criteria - small, good reviews, affordable.

We learned after we got there that Provo (short for Providenciales) is one of the wealthier islands in the Caribbean, meaning that we could walk around when ever we wanted and it was totally safe. It was incredible to be able to leave the resort and really get a feel for the island. It made us feel like we were able to immerse ourselves and truly become a part of the island for a while.

One of the main things that you notice when driving or walking around the island is how much construction there is. EVERY square inch we drove past was under construction with new homes, new resorts, new golf courses, etc. I have NEVER seen an area under as much construction as Turks is currently under. Unfortunately the small and hidden atmosphere of the place is about to disappear in the next five years.

In talking to some of the locals, they told us that the current Premiere is selling off every piece of the island, including the nature preserves. It's really unfortunate. Additionally, thanks to the increasing popularity of the island, people are making money hand over fist in the real estate boom. Unlike the falling real estate market in the US, it hasn't hit a lot of the islands because they rely on the wealth of the world, rather than the wealth of just the US. In fact, many of the tourists we ran in to weren't from the US. One woman was showing us that the ocean front properties where she lives were selling for $60k ten years ago, $300k five years ago, and are now going for $1.3M. Even the resort we were staying in had a write up about how each acre of their oceanfront property went for $375k when they bought the property in 1996 and now is valued at $1.2M per acre. It's unbelievable.

On to our resort - the Royal West Indies. We found it because it was one of the places our travel agent was able to book us at. Initially they pitched themselves as a low key resort, a way for you to afford a vacation on Grace Bay without taking out a loan. So they mentioned that the rooms weren't ornate or marble or anything like that, just basic rooms with little kitchenettes in them. And we learned from our trip to Jamaica a few years ago that you're rarely in your room and don't need to dump money into it. Also, they didn't have an onsight spa like many of the resorts do, but again, it didn't matter.

But after we got there we found out that they had really undersold themselves. The resort and the rooms were both amazing. They gave us the top floor (3rd), the staff was wonderful, the grounds were pristine, and there were plenty of amenities.

To begin with, our room was COVERED in pink flowers - on the bed, in the towels, in a bath they had drawn for us, on the floor, everywhere. They also gave us a bottle of champagne that was chilling on ice when we got there.

And I really don't know what they were talking about by saying that the rooms were "moderate" because we thought they were beautiful. I just can't describe the feeling of walking into a room when you know you have 9 days ahead of you to do nothing but eat, drink, and relax. It's indescribable. B and I had never taken a vacation alone before, so this was a first. Now I understand why people go away every year.

And you know what the crazy thing was? It took us a full four or five days to 100% relax. We're all so trained to go, go, go in our normal working days that when you go someplace and have no responsibility other than to relax, it takes a while to sink in. And it wasn't that we weren't relaxed during those first four days, but we both had this little tiny nagging voice that showed up every now and then that said "OK, that was relaxing, what's next? Let's get going and move on to the next relaxing activity!" In talking to some other people, they've experienced a similar feeling on vacation.

In fact, partly because of that feeling, we decided that if we had to choose between a five day vacation every year and a ten day vacation every other year, we think we'd choose the ten day vacation. In addition to being able to unwind more, being in Turks for so long allowed it to sink into our bones and really feel like home. On the day we left we talked about how after spending so much time there, we felt like we really got to know the place - it will live in us forever the way other trips haven't.

Stay tuned for future honeymoon posts about the food, activities, etc.

That's the only reason he's mad at you?

Overheard in Barnes & Noble while waiting for my small low-fat chai:

1^st Barista – What ever happened to your hottie?
2^nd Barista – Um… the hottie is kind of mad at me right now.
1^st Barista – What?! Why? What happened?
2^nd Barista (sounding totally baffled and annoyed) – Well, he’s all up in arms because I might be “with child.” Plus, he thinks it’s weird that I’m still living with my ex-boyfriend. But, uh, hello! What else am I supposed to do, just move out and find a new apartment? I don’t have a car.

I can only assume that the person she’s living with is the father of her possible baby. Also, I’m really loving the fact that she may or may not be “with child” and that she’s chatting about it at work… in public. Totally made my day. Maybe not having a job and being out with the public more will yield more of these gems. I certainly hope so.

2 Post Scripts:

1) I really will write about the wedding/honeymoon soon
2) Why the hell did Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban name their daughter Sunday??

No Job - Day 1

We're back from a lovely weekend in Albany - too short of a visit, but one of us had a job to get back to. The other of us had to figure out what you're supposed to do with yourself when you're a housewife. I woke up with an intense desire to have a big conference call with Ouiser, Feather Nester, & Toddler Tamer: "OK, what are you doing right now?? Do you nap throughout the day because nothing has ever dampened my desire to take naps, so I feel like I can fit those in now. And what's your ratio of inside of the house vs. outside of the house activities?"


But then I realized that they all have kids and most likely don't have all of this extra time to over analyze their days the way that I do, and also have no problem filling the days, so I left them alone. Well... I left Ouiser & Toddler Tamer alone and called just Feather Nester.

The funny thing is that I have tons to do, it's just that it's a weird feeling to still be in your house at noon. So I'm going to go get started...

We're Back, We're Back, We're Back!!

Yes, we're back! Instead of writing one really long post about everything, I think I'm going to write about the different parts of the trip in pieces. But not today since we're still settling in. Tomorrow we're headed to Albany to spend some quality time with the family and pick up the kitties. In the meantime here are some pics to keep you entertained. If you want the whole album and I didn't send it to you, shoot me an email.