And this is why I drink

And this is why I drink . . .

RIC: Yea! Spaghetti night!

ME: I am not making Bolognese tonight

RIC: But I love your Bolognese.

ME: Don’t you get tired of always eating the same thing. I mean, you refuse to eat leftovers.

RIC: This isn’t leftovers

ME: Yeah, but it’s the same thing every Sunday. Don’t you get bored?

RIC: How can I get bored by something that’s so good?

ME: It ain’t all that, Ric - it’s just a sauce.

RIC: And noodles. Don’t forget noodles.

ME: Tell you what . . . let’s do Amatriciana tonight instead of Bolognese.

RIC: It’s not the same.

ME: But you love the Amatriciana.

RIC: Yeah, but it’s still not the same.

ME: Well, it’s either Amatriciana or no spaghetti at all.

RIC: Fine. [sniffling then with an exaggerated air] I will suffer through.

ME: Open the wine.