Does A Mental "I Told You So" Count?

My husband has been ill these past 48 hours. He has been spending a lot of time in the bathroom, if you can imagine. Well, I would advise against imagining that.

When you have a stomach bug, you don't keep stuffing your face. You drink s lot of water or gatorade, but you don't eat much. If you do have to eat, you eat very bland food, like saltine crackers or plain toast or plain white rice. Stuff that won't make things inside you worse. Prolonging the agony is not the name of the game. Unless you like that sort of thing. Ew.

So I walk into the kitchen this evening to find Larry about to cook himself ham and eggs.

"You can't eat that, Larry," I told him. "You will regret it. A lot."

"What? It's just eggs!" Larry said. I just looked at him, eyebrows raised, then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, a very unhappy husband rushes past me on his way to the bathroom. I did not say a word. I did, however, think it.

"I heard that!" he yelled at the top of the stairs.