I know what you mean, though. It's all we're gonna hear about for weeks--- "...my Salks this and my Salks that." It's gonna be unbearable, unless he learns to despise that ribbon tweeter.
I was sitting on the couch the other day and my Salks, without even asking, went and got me a beer and poured it into a glass with the perfect amount of frothy foam on top. . . .
It's good to be me. Me with my Salks.
(is it getting old yet?)
*********** "Nothin' up my sleeve. . ." --Bullwinkle J. Moose