Do you think that some people only have a finite amount of love in them?

And that those people can only love (or really like, or even just enjoy) only so many things simultaneously? If someone like that hears a new song that they enjoy, does another get popped off the “like” stack?

I’d hate to be like that.

On a completely unrelated note, I bought tickets for me and Stevie to go home in May for MoMo’s graduation. We’ll be there for a week-ish, and then there’s the lovely Memorial Day weekend to recover upon return. Whew!

On a slightly related note, I found some old pictures last night, including one of me at Matt C’s wedding. I looked pretty good. Not skinny, but certainly a healthy weight. I think I’ll make that my goal weight. It’s not outrageous, like wanting to be the same size I was in high school.