I find that buying gear right around the start of a medical emergency - say, open heart surgery - and having it arrive when I come home all weak and feeble, makes my wife not mind so much about the gear.
The trick is getting the timing right. Placing the order on the way to the hospital in the ambulance is pretty much a sure-fire guarantee that the arrival of the gear will coincide with your release from the hospital.
“When did you buy this guitar?”
“You know, my mind is so jumbled from the surgery that I don’t remember buying it! But it sure looks nice! Mind if keep it?”
“You faked the open heart surgery, didn’t you.”
“Of course not. Just look at this scar!”
“You’ll do anything to sneak another guitar into this house! How did you get the surgeon to play along?”
The trick is getting the timing right. Placing the order on the way to the hospital in the ambulance is pretty much a sure-fire guarantee that the arrival of the gear will coincide with your release from the hospital.
“When did you buy this guitar?”
“You know, my mind is so jumbled from the surgery that I don’t remember buying it! But it sure looks nice! Mind if keep it?”
“You faked the open heart surgery, didn’t you.”
“Of course not. Just look at this scar!”
“You’ll do anything to sneak another guitar into this house! How did you get the surgeon to play along?”