 And we don't want a monkey, although my husband really does want a monkey. I do not want a monkey. I do not want a monkey either. I do not want a monkey. Unless the monkey can make my coffee for me in the morning. Oh, well, there you go. And then bring it to me. Well, I guess I'm my wife's monkey because I make her coffee in the morning. You're a coffee monkey. Highly trained monkey. That's me. Yep. I did figure out a way to get him a monkey for his birthday. His birthday is coming up next month. No. I'm not going to say it on the air. Okay. Let's just say he will definitely have a monkey.