Meowth and Pikachu: Reunited at Last

We moved the last two pieces (bed and love seat) from Michael's place today.
Hey: who knew that a cargo van was ill-equipped to fit all these things at once?  Not us!
We had grand illusions about going out for a romantic dinner at some point, to celebrate our living together, but that fell by the wayside for a number of reasons.
While listening to CBC in the bedroom (to keep out of Michael's hair while he studies for some Six Sigma Harvard type course which seems to be an exercise in apathy and disappointment) the announcer came on to intone that the next song played was about someone whose lover knew them inside out.
It was Jenn Grant that was due up next and Michael and I saw her perform with Buck 65 at the VFF last year (and I was so impressed that I went out and bought a Buck 65 album), and I thought - after moving an incredibly heavy leather love seat and a mattress set - if anyone knows me it's Michael.  And if anyone knows Michael?  It's me.
A million years ago, as a joke, one of us (me?) bought Pikachu and Meowth figures because we had seen a really funny Southpark episode spoofing that whole concept.
When we took our year apart (not to be confused with the three year spate where we simply didn't communicate our needs and wants) he took one anime character, and I another.
During the process of moving in together I took the liberty of liberating his character to my bookshelf where he resided very happily next to his long lost compatriot.
Tonight they shared an expensive (and lovely) glass of Okanagan wine, aptly named "Montage".