Guitar

Lance got his new guitar this morning, while we were staying home "sick". I'd been sitting on the couch: feeling stoned and grey and a little hungry, and he was on the family computer off to the side, looking up hockey stuff. We had started some sort of arguement (we're still at that egdy, cut-throat stage), when he turned to the couch, where his shiny new Zion GT Shoreline Gold sat, pristeen and shiny and said "ShhhHHH...Don't yell in front of the guitar." And he kissed me on the nose and took it downstairs.
If he could have sex with it, he'd have NO use for me.
JV