No use crying over chocolate milk?

So, we  have milk delivered.  Really.  It is delivered in bottles even and it comes on Monday.  Now my youngest son has this trick of when the chocolate syrup is about empty, he will pour some of the milk into the Hershey bottle to use up the last of the chocolate and to give himself a bit of chocolate milk.  Today, he elected to do this and he carried the milk out back where his friend Lilah was and he asked Lilah to pour some milk into the Hershey container.  Well, Lilah got confused and instead poured the Hersheys into the new bottle of milk.  That will go over well for cereal in the morning.

Anyway, we are leaving for Florida on Saturday...early Saturday.  Like flight leaves at 8:55am Saturday.  Not sure yet what that means in terms of waking up time, but let's not think about that yet.  We'll be coming back the following Saturday, in time to hear our perspective pastor preach, which I did not want to miss.  This leaves me with a bit of a clothing dilemna.  I usually buy some spring clothes but did not this year due to the whole weight falling off me at the moment thing.  But, I lack in decent summer shirts right now, so I think I may make a trip to the second hand store to see what they have.  I can't bring myself to buy anything new in my current size as it would just be silly.  At nearly twenty pounds gone forever, I haven't yet dropped a size though things are getting looser.  

Then there will be the whole eating thing while on vacation.  I've kind of sworn off pureed foods for the moment, opting instead to go with soft foods and "pureeing them in my mouth" as in chewing really, really good.   I'm going to make egg salad tonight and figure I can make that in Florida too.  So far, I am tolerating everything, aka, no dumping.  As soon as the pouch tells me it's full, I stop.  I'm not arguing with it. 

But all in all, I am looking forward to week of relaxation before we delve into the Brit's surgery.  Though I may need a separate suitcase to pack all my pills!