My husband has been sick since Friday with nasty stomach cramps, diarrhea and general ickiness. So this morning, when he wasn't able to go to work, I talked to him. Me: Maybe you should go see your doctor. Him: What can they do? Me: How do I know? I'm not a doctor. That's why you go see them - to see what they can do. [I hate to generalize but every man I've known has said some variation on this - "oh, they can't do anything" - as if they know] Him: Maybe... [long pause]... I'm trying to think of what I can eat. Me: Something bland. White rice. Toast. Him: For breakfast!? Me: That's what they advise for diarrhea. A bland diet. Him: I had Tater Tots last night. That's bland. Me: [metaphorically banging my head on a desk] No. No, it's not. Him: Maybe scrambled eggs and bacon... Me: THAT'S NOT BLAND!!!