99 Bottles of [fill in blank] on the Wall

I just noticed that the Cletus countdown meter on the blog says "99 days to go." By the time those 99 days are approaching an end, they will probably feel like an eternity, but for now, 99 feels like a manageable number. It almost feels like a cause for celebration. I suppose it would be inappropriate to sing "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall," although I look forward to the days when I can enjoy a few pints guilt-free. Perhaps "99 Bottles of Formula on the Wall?" I'm still weighing the benefits of breastfeeding versus formula, and am thinking that I will try to breastfeed for a while. However, "99 Bottles of Breastmilk on the Wall" just sounds a bit too arrhythmic or otherwise off.