House-Building is Expensive. Yes, and?

Husband/Boy has burst my bubble.

Here’s the story: Once upon a time there was a boy. And, there was a girl. Boy meets girl. Boy seduces girl into promises of spectacular life – including a house.

But, Boy – after getting Girl’s hopes up by designing dream house in one weekend — presents excel spreadsheet of house costs. (Boy LOVES spreadsheets, unbeknownst to Girl upon meeting.)

Girl bursts into tears, realizing she may never afford a manicure again, let alone those Christian Louboutin shoes she just about bought on zappos.com.

Boy looks confused. To Boy, data is data. Girl is unimpressed in Boy’s attempt to be realistic. Never knowing what to do during crying moments, Boy retreats to office cave to work more on the spreadsheet.

Girl attempts to empower Boy to create financial miracle. Boy continues to look confused.

Excel spreadsheet wins. In one click of a mouse, House goes from Taj Mahal to Little House on the Prairie. Otherwise, Boy says Girl would literally be The Little Old Lady Who Lived in A Shoe. At least it would be a Christian Louboutin. (But, I’m not wearing any prairie dresses.)