I get confused myself.
I have to get Frank some ice cream now. He kept down meat and brocolli at supper, but spewed the potato salad. Oh, well. It’s getting to be time for him to have more Tylenol.
Well, okay, it was a shake with a burger and though I was totally craving things "Americana" (cafe was post-WWII theme, in my two days between San Frisky and Germany), something didn't go down well.