Doing the numbers the other night, disheartening as the (hypothetical) figures were, made me feel better. I guess it's because numbers keep everything real and grounded, not pie-in-the-sky. Yes, it'll be difficult, but it's for a purpose (thanks Dan).

Purpose: to kill everyone by walking down the aisle in THIS! ... just kidding. Although it is gorgeous:

I dreamed last night that my baby turned into a great big meanie. Not a smack-his-bitch-up meanie, but a total uncaring clod. ODD DREAM.

P.S. Stupid Target.com won't ship the planner to Hawaii (apparently they won't ship anything heavier than a sweater to the isles) so Leecie is picking one up for me in one of their stores and mailing it to me. Yay for Leecie!