There IS Such a Thing as Reading Too Much to Your Children.

This is what happened when LittleMe decided to read to me last night before she went to bed:

LITTLEME:
I will read Little Boy Blue to Mama? OK.
Little Jack Horner,
Sat in a Corner,
Eating his Christmas Pie,
He Put in his Thumb,
And pulled out a Plum,
And frightened Miss Muffet Away.
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack fast asleep.
All except one, and her name's Ann,
And she crept under the frying pan.
Will you wake him?
No, not I!
And pretty maids in a row, row, row.

From the M-Dub Marquee

The M-Dub humbly offers the 1 reader remaining, three reasons why I haven't posted in over a month:

NOW PLAYING:
Mr. MW and I have been dallying in a community theatre production of Ragtime. Our glamorous performance lives end when the show closes this Sunday night after a month-long run.

COMING SOON IN JUNE:
The first reading in three years, of our forgotten little musical. Revisions and casting feverishly underway.

COMING THIS FALL TO THEATRES EVERYWHERE:
Mr. and Mrs. MW are pleased to announce an impending Halloween-ish visit from the stork.


More details on all of these fabulous experiences as they become available.