Merry Happy

I haven't listened to this song in a while, but it came on my shuffle while I did the dishes tonight. It immediately brought back memories of a particular dance with a particular friend - how drunk we were that night, how sad we both were, how unbelievably important it was for us to just be in the same room as the other one.
One of the lyrics really hit me tonight, my arms all covered in soap bubbles: "Talking on the phone/can't take back those hours/ but I won't regret/ because you can grow flowers/ where dirt used to be."
Focus now: grow flowers.

As a side note:
1. We have finally picked a name for our residence, thanks to Nick Shoepepper. We are The Manor. (Nice, right?)
2. A Moment from The Manor: "Does me cleaning your man's old Christmas fruit cake absolve the debt of you cleaning my man's vomit?"
"...Maybe. I know how bad that cake was."