shall i consult webster?

one time, on our drive home, carpool cous and i were talking about marriage. and how the economy was making it hard to even think about getting hitched. i told her, "i don't even know if marriage is for me, but i don't need a rich rich guy. i just want us to be okay. i want his money and my money to be enough so that our kids can grow up okay. not that i want kids. but you know what i mean, right?" to this, cous said, "i know what you mean. i mean, i don't want a filthy rich husband. i just want us to be comfortable." knowing cous, i couldn't help but ask her what her definition of comfortable was. she paused for a bit, bit her lower lip, mulled it over, then finally said, "is four million per annum too much?"