The copy for the Schmookwook is being placed right now. Right now, at this very moment on a Saturday night, someone is placing the text that I just finished writing into the design of the document. The text is a bit cheeky. I hope you don't mind.
I also hope you don't mind this picture:
I don't think my youngest daughter will inherit any of my cheekiness, do you?
No, quite obviously not.
(By the way, did you know that an absurdly large number of comedians are the youngest children in their families? Stephen Colbert, Billy Crystal, Drew Carey, Steve Martin, Jim Carrey, Steve Carell, Jon Stewart. All last borns.)
(By the way, I am one of those sensible, nose-to-the-grindstone, never-crack-a-smile oldest child types.)
Quite obviously.
The torment shall end soon, my darlings. The Schmookwook or something that rhymes with it will be ready very very soon. And we shall all check ourselves into some kind of facility that rhymes with schma and get a twelve hour schmassage.