 I wanted the type B. He goes, nope, that one's not right. I go, okay, but I want this one. I want this one. Okay, nope, that's it. In fact, my wife did that for me. She wanted a new home. She didn't want to live where I lived before we had gotten together because there had been other women in my life and she wanted to get out of there. So what'd she do? She starts looking for houses and I didn't want to move. I was in a perfect home in a perfect location in the city and I wanted to stay there. But there was one problem. There was no room. There was not a place for me to do all of my personal stuff. She started looking. I gave her a goal.