A Brief Yet Triumphant Interlude

So yesterday, while we were practicing, one of my players decides its a good time to sing, at the top of his lungs. What song does he choose? "Still the One" by Shania Twain. You know how it goes... "looks like we made it, look how far we've come now, baby..." and so on. I felt obligated to sing it with him. It was a pretty fun practice, despite the looks we got from passers-by. Then I got home and accidentally superglued my fingers together. So I suppose my day ended up balancing out quite nicely.