I find myself trying to find things I don't like. And at this point, I can't. I think it's a protection thing. The last three were so disappointing. I just haven't done a good job at weeding them out since My Matthew. Which was, gosh, three years ago. But this one is so great. I think I'm just afraid he'll end up being a shmuck like the others. But something tells me he won't. I don't know. How 'bout we not analyze this and we go to bed. OK. Sounds good. P.S. Still no food.