Get someone else to clean the frickin’ kitchen.
Convert the Saturn to biodiesel.
Offer Michael Jackson half the dough to come back with a sequel to "Thriller". A good one, though.
Go to France. Stay. For a while.
Eat my way around the Mediterranean, cruising on a boat. Someone else is driving.
Employ a full-time grape peeler.
Put some carpets down, cause man is it noisy in here.
Provide the family with an inexhaustible supply of underwear and socks.
Make my sweetie into a kept man.
Contract my blogging responsibilities. To someone else.