Kermit was no competition for my husband last night.
I’ve NEVER seen anyone get sick like that in my life. Tony kept saying that he was having stomach contractions, and finally, one of them gave birth to the contents of his stomach and his bowel. At the same time.
He was good enough about it to not get me to help him clean it up.
I feel über-bad about it, though, since the reason he got sick was because of my suggestion to go to one of our favourite restaurants in town to have fish and chips. I came out unscathed. He didn’t.
Food poisoning at its best.
Now the question is, should I go back to the restaurant and tell them what happened?