Spent a lovely day skim-coating textured walls. Came home to a lovely wife, who had made me a lovely dinner. Did the dishes (not so lovely...) and sat down to browse the TDPRI. Picked up my lovely Ibanez 12-string acoustic; put on my new and wonderful (and lovely!) G7 compensated capo. strummed the first chord of "Daydream Believer" and hot-diggety-dawg that darned pick slipped right out of my fingers and into the sound-hole. Which is partially blocked with a lovely old sound-hole pickup. Of course I have other picks... when I picked one up, it too slipped right out of my fingers. Luckily it fell to the floor. My wife got tired of waiting, so we missed our little chance for a duet tonight. I'm all grumpy because I can't get the dang pick out of my Ibanez. And I'm thinking: "this is like the same **** you did when you were 14!" Older and wiser? Maybe... Older and less clumsy and doofus... definitely not!