Got Mo?

I just found out, much to my delight and amusement, that milk is the state beverage of Virginia. I thought you might like to know this bit of information in case you have been wondering just what your legislators are doing all day. I used to think they might be doing something important, but now I know they are just sitting around and submitting random animals and objects for the honor of being the "state" something-or-other. I'm glad to know my tax dollars are being put to good use. (As an aside, it made me wonder what other sorts of weird state things there are - Utah has a state cooking pot, Arizona has state neckwear, Nevada has a state fossil, and Texas, well, Texas just has a really big state ego).

Anyway, back to milk. It is probably my favorite regular beverage. I say regular because it's in my house all the time, and I wouldn't consider ordering it at a restaurant. Of course I never order drinks in a restaurant, I always have water with lemon. But if I did order a drink I probably wouldn't order milk. Unless it was a Mexican restaurant, in which case I would order milk before soda, because soda and spicy food just don't mix.

Anyway, (did I say that already?) due to the new method of torture I've been experimenting with, I can't drink milk like I used to. Well, I could, but I'm already starving (seriously) and I'd rather eat my weight watcher's points than drink them, so that means a serious cutback on my favorite beverage. Michael seems to be making up for my lack of milk-drinking though. He asks for "mo" all day long. That kid can guzzle it down like no child I've ever seen.

And speaking of diets, I'm down three pounds. To celebrate my weight-loss, I ate a candybar.

Priorities, you know.