We're looking for a "sugar daddy" situation where you throw money at us and walk away.

Who hasn't fantasized about waking up one morning to see a strapping young buck of a man bent over, pounding his huge shovel into your driveway as load after load of pure white snow flies through the air? You don't say a word, he just looks up from his task for a brief second, and winks before jerking the rip cord on his snowblower. One glorious winter morning later and the blacktop is clean, if a little crusty with salt-stains, the walk to the back door has never been more open, and the wife is still in blessed ignorance about how it all happened.

Sources: MonkeysDad