The scales tipping the other direction?
That's right. 25K, and I'm headed to bed.
Also, per Hubbykins, who turns out is a handy little flash drive sneak thief when he wants to be, "It's not as bad as you're making it out to be. I think you're selling yourself short. And who does she end up with? You're not going to pull a stupid Sweet Home Alabama thing are you? You need to tell me." (yes, I made him watch it, and I will never hear the end of it.)
I'm still not telling, Hubbykins. Not. Telling.