Today I told my wife I could "easily" pare down to 4 to 6 guitars (from the soon to be 12).
Her reply: "But then you'd have blank spots on the wall."
Me:
Unfortunately, no. These types aren't growing on trees, yah know!?She have any Sisters, Dave?
Yeah... the term Sweetie doesn't really come to mind if she would "kill you from ramming a guitar down your throat".If I called my wife "sweetie" I wouldn't need to buy any new guitars. I'd be on a mortuary slab with a guitar rammed down my throat.
She absolutely hates cheesy pet names. She can get quite nasty.
Mine would have just said NO. Then go cut the grass or somethingThat's awesome!
Mine would go something like this--
Me: Hey sweetie, I have a blank space on this wall... don't you think a newer model strat, preferably purple sparkle, would look awesome hanging there?
Wife: (under her breath) I'd like to trade you in for a newer, upgraded model..
Me: What was that?
Wife: Oh... I said let me think on it honey bun. Now will you please go mow the yard like I told you to, and those weeds aren't gonna pick themselves either.