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:![]()
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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.