And this is why I drink . . .
RIC: It’s Sunday. What do YOU want for dinner?
ME: Are you actually giving me the choice?
RIC: I realized that you rarely get your way and I almost always do.
ME: That’s true.
RIC: So, it’s only fair that today I give you the choice.
ME: It would be nice for once.
RIC: So, what do you want for dinner?
ME: I really can’t think about that right now.
RIC: Why not? I am giving you the choice so you need to decide.
ME: But I am not ready to make that decision.
RIC: What do you mean that you’re “not ready”?
ME: It’s too soon.
RIC: But we need to decide now.
ME: It’s seven in the morning. We haven’t even decided on breakfast and you want me to make a decision about dinner!?!
RIC: Well, if you are not going to decide then . . .
ME: Don’t say it.
RIC: I will have to.
ME: It’s not fair to ask me this before breakfast!
RIC: We are going to have . ..
ME: NO!
RIC: Spaghetti.
ME: Open the wine.