RIC: What time is the barbecue?
ME: 2:00 pm
RIC: Today?
ME: No. Tomorrow.
RIC: On Sunday.
ME: Yes.
RIC: Not today, Saturday?
ME: No. Tomorrow.
RIC: But tomorrow is Sunday. Are you sure it’s not on Monday.
ME: No. Tomorrow is the Fourth.
RIC: But it’s Sunday.
ME: It’s still the Fourth.
RIC: What are we supposed to bring?
ME: A covered dish. I am thinking Mac-n-Cheese with bacon bits.
RIC: But it’s Sunday.
ME: And it’s a barbecue.
RIC: We should bring something more . . . Sunday-ish.
ME: {Looking at Ric askance}
RIC: Something . . . tomato-ey.
ME: {Pursing lips}
RIC: And, hot; since it’s a covered dish.
ME: {Shaking head}
RIC: {Slaps hand to forehead}. I got it! The perfect dish!
ME: {Wryly} Why, whatever will it be?
RIC: Penne Bolognese!
ME: Open the wine.