So I thought we had reached a magic moment here today .... 13 ounces of Resource JFK, 13 baby spoons of yogurt. Maybe 13 is a magic number for us? Maybe I should play number 13 in roulette (I know nothing about gambling ... can you play 13 in roulette)?
BUT just when I was starting to feel better about this digestive turn about .... Eliza decides that developing diarrhea would really top off my day. So there you have it. And here I thought the biggest dilemma I was going to have tonight was whether the chocolate or strawberry pediasure would blend better with my furnishings when it came back up in the middle of the night (normally I go with French Vanilla during the vomit-fests since it blends best with my decor, but I've run out).
Have I said "oye" today?