On occasion, my wife will see I’m reading reviews or what appears to be shopping for another uke. I get the, “You don’t need another one,” speech. I think I have found a solution to avoid this. I’ll find websites that sell monkeys (primatestore.com or marmosetmom.com), crocodiles (kingsnake.com), or mail-order brides (pick any site) and leave these sites on the computer. Then I lay my credit card next to the key board. The next time I’m looking at ukes, it doesn’t seem too bad.