My hubby called me this morning to inform me that he was at Guitar Center. Nothing shocking there. He's a musician, after all.
The good part of the conversation came when he told me that he had found "my" guitar. That's right. The electric pink, hot chick, punk rock, girlie guitar.
Not only did he find it, but he promised to try it out and make sure it played well. Just in case. What a guy.