Moving on....

Did I mention Jason won us a trip to Italy? Or earned I should say. He sold a scrillion bottles of wine and the owner of the winery is rewarding him with a trip. to....ITALY. I'm so excited I could barf.

I'm trying to learn some basic Italian but the only phrase I can remember is "me chiamo...Crescent". My name is Crescent. I told Jason I'm going to say that at the end of every interaction like a catch phrase.

"No hablo Italiano....do you have many noodles? Me chiamo....Crescent."

"Scoozie....do you have Rolaids for sale? Consumame many noodles. Me chiamo...Crescent."

Also on the itinerary (which was all in Italian) I realized I was listed as Mr. Crescent Prah. We had it changed but the other night we were talking in bed when J got home from work and he said "So...we will arrive in Italy the day before??" and I laughed and said "No honey. We don't travel back in time." and he said "you better stay fresh* or I'm gonna take MR. Crescent Prah instead of you." Gave me the giggles something fierce.

The goocher is that when I went to England for semester abroad in college my train pass said "Mr. Crescent Allen".

Imagine if I was a dude named Crescent. I would be a weirdo. Gauranteed. Lucky for everyone I'm a lady weirdo which is much easier to deal with.

*Fresh in Jason speak means everything from cool to polite to weird. In this instance he meant it as not a smart ass.