Sell shoes.

Oh Simon Baker....

I can see us having an extraordinarily blissful life together. It would consist of us living on the coast of Portland Oregon together, in a colonial style house that is blue and trimmed in white. I would be pregnant with triplets, but not too big, and he would tell my belly stories of when he was an actor, but now just a daddy to be.
We would sit on the couch together and read or he would just sit there and rub my feet because I was housing the gift of precious-screaming-pooping life.
Our backyard would have buttery lush grass and hundreds of colossal trees, in which you would have to navigate to get to the beach (which is habitually overcast.)
We would hold parties in said backyard at dusk, when the rain had subsided, just for us. The women would wear sweet sun dresses with stunning shoes, and the men would all wear vests of sorts, and have appropriate beards for their faces. We would have a picnic table set up under a huge tree with periwinkle blossoms and the most luscious glass dinner ware; lights would be above us to give the perfect amount of romance during our dinner. The weather would be completely superlative, and the glasses would have the most idyllic quantity of dew dripping down their sides as we entertained the most perfect of conversations...

But I'm not pickey. L