Caviar dreams, fish stick budget

Yesterday, we ran around and did all kinds of stuff...today Max and I are dragging butt. He's been sleeping a lot and I am just tired. No naps for mommy. Adrian took the day off yesterday and we went to a nursery to look at shrubs (the Herrera excitement continues), had a landscaper over to give us an estimate on the front yard...and during our travels saw an open house for a still-being-constructed $800K house in a neighborhood we like. Unwisely, we stopped and went inside. It was an absolutely gorgeous palace (with no yard, of course, and close enough to the next house to have to share a driveway) with a master suite that our entire second floor could fit in. Custom everything. Crown molding everywhere, even in the garage. With stars in our eyes, living on one income and soon opening a business, we eagerly calculated that if we ate ramen noodles for the next five years and sold our cars, we could definitely afford the place. "To hell with Max's college fund! Yahoo! We're moving!" Luckily, there was no salesperson around. By the time we got home, we had come to our senses and trudged with leaden feet and downcast gaze into our hovel of a home. ;-) Just kidding...we realized our house ain't so bad because we don't have to eat ramen and Max can have a college fund! (Plus, who wants to clean all that square footage?) Ha ha!