Where are the hot dogs? Bring on the ribs!

My space alien grill smiles at me.

Whaddya mean, I’m not in Texas anymore????

My guitar looks a bit dismayed.

(Get a grip, I tell him.  At least you’re not still living in that dusty old case and in seven months you’ll see the USA from the back seat of a 2003 Mazda Dream Van.)

BRAIN SURGERY?????!!!!!

Let me get this straight:  I have to have surgery,  leave Texas and live with a woman who knows nothing about me?????
Put me back in that storage closet with the wild Telecasters and the old Rickenbacher guy!!!!   I’ll even let the yellow Fender Champ lean against me and moon about Hawaii.

Quit whining, Supro.  You’re a member of the Cougar Creek Band now.

[Update:  My Supro and I are having our first lesson together tonight!!!! ]