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I Can’t Believe I Waited This Long

As of today, right now, this instant, there are less than three weeks remaining until the world has reason to blame my mom and Barry’s mom for letting us live past puberty.

Well, either that or the world will have reason to rejoice.

Personally? I’m betting on the latter.

Yes, dudes and dudettes, in less than three weeks (18 days to be precise) the long-awaited playbook for new dads, the perfect gift for the man suffering through a baby shower, the book every new dad wishes he could have had and now can. . . it’s the publication date of A Dude’s Guide to Babies: The New Dad’s Playbook.


dude cover

Yep, there it is, dudes and dudettes. That is one sweet cover, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Barry and I really are proud of this book. It took a lot of work to bring it from a passing fancy in Barry’s brain to an actual, for-real, honest-to-FSM book that you can purchase right now and hold in your very own two hands.

In fact, if you haven’t done so, why not go there now and buy a copy? All you have to do is click on the picture there to the right.

Back already?

Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?

Now that you’ve purchased your very own copy, and maybe a couple more copies so you can be prepared when you next go to a baby shower and you’re stuck for a gift and the dad-t0-be is sitting there in the corner looking like a deer in the headlights, unsure what to do.

Go over there, clap him on the shoulder and hand him a copy of A Dude’s Guide to Babies: The New Dad’s Playbook and he’ll be ready to go.

Was that pushy? I didn’t want to be pushy?

One more thing. If you buy the book at Amazon.com, or any other online retailer, please go back and leave a review on the site to let others know how much you liked the book.

The more good reviews we get, the more people will see the book and the more people who see the book, the more people will buy it and leave reviews and so on and so on and so on. Sure Barry and I want you to do it so we can sell more books, but we really do sincerely think it will help a lot of shaky dads-to-be.

That’s all.

Well, let’s be honest. That’s all. For now. I will be back and probably more frequently than is good for me. Or you. Sorry. It’s just I’m so very excited.

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The Good Guys Always Wear Black. . . Underwear

The book’s release must be getting near* because here comes Barry yet again. This time, Barry has a thrilling story about why you should always wear black underwear. Although I’m not sure Barry’s really thought it through on this one. Still, let’s hear him out.

All right, dudes, let’s give it up for. . . Barry!

I am a dude of rather. . . substantial means. And by substantial I mean large. And by large I mean, well, large. In any number of ways. *wink* But the way I’m talking about is related to the pounds I’ve packed on since I purchased a really nice Brooks Brothers suit.

I put the suit on and, while the fit was a little off, I looked even more awesome than normal so I decided to go with it. Which, looking back, might have been a mistake.

One thing I know was a mistake was going out to eat dinner with some friends and eating a cheeseburger. I knew I was living dangerously, living life on the edge, as it were, but I didn’t care. See, I have lactose intolerance.

For those of you dudes lucky enough know to know what that is, I’ll make it relatively simple. I can’t eat dairy (drink milk, eat cheese, or ice cream or anything made from milk). That is, I can, but there’s some severe intestinal problems should I do it. And by intestinal problems, I mean, um, well, let’s just say you can smell the problems and you’d understand.

So, there I was: post-cheeseburger, dressed in a nice, but slightly tight suit and I was getting into the car to drive to work. It was at that time that my lactose intolerance acted up and I had to let it, ah. . . express itself? Yes, express itself. That’s what it did. It was rather loud and I found myself grateful that there was no one else in the car or withint a ten-foot radius.

Feeling slightly better, I headed off to work. I had like five meetings that day; in and out, up and down, before the cheeseburger began to demand that it wanted out. And it wanted out NOW.

Once comfortably ensconced on the porcelain throne, I relaxed and sort of glanced down toward my feet. Unfortunately, what I saw was the floor of the bathroom. Nothing exceptional, until I realized I was looking at the floor through my pants.

What I had thought was just a fart was, in fact, me ripping the nethers out of my pants. There was a hole so big that. . .

pants photo

You know what?

I’m not even going to describe it.

Here, take a look. This is the hole in the back of my pants that I walked around wearing all that day. Yes, really. This pair of pants. Isn’t it lovely?

That one, right there. See the white in the middle of the pants? Yeah, that’s the bedsheet you can see through the whole hole.

And I never once noticed until it was far, far too late.

My point here is to serve as a bit of a warning for all you dudes with your little dudes and suchlike, to make sure your suits fit? No. Um, not eat cheeseburgers if you’re lactose intolerant. Okay, good tip, but not the one.

Oh, wait. I’ve got it: always try and match the color of your underwear to the color of your pants. That way, if anything. . . untoward happens, at least you’ve got some sort of camouflage. Or something like that, anyway.

*it is. Our book, Dude’s Guide to Babies, has a new publication date: It’s March 22. Mark it on your calendars now.

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by Richard

Hip, hip huzzah! Big whoops! Go, me!

And other and such sundry congratulatory messages.

Yesterday was the big day. Not a trick. Not an imaginary story. We really did send off A Dude’s Guide to Babies to the printer. Yep, it’s too late now to do anything about anything. Now we just sit back and relax, waiting for the big release date on April 15.

Yeah. April 15, 2013. Tax day. The day all America (except for people like a certain presidential candidate who pays far, far, far, far fewer taxes than he should be because. . . cheating is why. Anyway.) gets all angsty and upset, that’s the day we release the big book.

Yep. That’s good timing. Really. I mean, if ever there was a day that folks needed cheering up, a day when people were starting to think about the child exemption in their income tax prep, well, that’s pretty much the day. And we’ve got the remedy.

It’s funny.

It’s fast.

It’s funny.

It’s practical.

And did we mention that it’s funny? We did? Well, just one more time then. It’s freakin’ hi-larious.

And you can go pre-order it right now at Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

And that wraps up the last of the regularly scheduled shameless self-promotion posts about the book until the publication date comes closer. Like, you know, in a week or so.

Look for the book, dudes.

It’s gonna be good.

Now. With all that work done, it’s time to relax.

. . .

Nope, not happening.

Maybe Barry and I should start planning the sequel, A Dude’s Guide to . . . Teens? Yeah, that sounds about right.

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