Hell yeah, I'd do it for ten grand a day. My husband, who's busted his ass making a life for us for the past 25 years, could kick back and take it easy. My kids would graduate from college debt free, I could buy a big place in the country where I could have as many dogs as I wanted, and horses for my daughter. I could pay off my parents' house and take finances off of their list of things to worry about. I could endow a scholarship fund.
I'd definitely be willing to get out of bed and wear ugly clothes for that kind of dough. They could paint my face up like Bozo the Clown, and glue big fake eyebrows on me, too, if they wanted. It might be hard to maintain the requisite, "I'm so bored" sulky demeanor, though. I'd be having to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning ear-to-ear.