Broken **** Solution?!

you’re tucked into bed in your Pickleweed home, snoring like a lawnmower after a hearty dinner of your wife’s famous lasagna. Your wife, Jenny, is fast asleep beside you, dreaming of her Pinterest-perfect garden. You, however, are deep in a nice dream—think you’re James Bond, suave as hell, charming a room full of spies at a Monte Carlo casino. In your dream, you’re mid-wink at a femme fatale, martini in hand, when you lean just a bit too far for that classic 007 swagger.