Wicked

I had to kill another snake tonight. (That's 4, for those of you keeping score at home.) He was in the chicken coop, waiting for my feathered lovelies to go to sleep before sneaking up and biting them! Or keeping them up all night trembling in terror on their roost, or waiting for one to lay an egg and then sneaking in the nest box for a snack.

Not on my watch.

As I have said before, and contend again, snakes in the wild are wonderful. They don't bother me one bit, and play an important part in the ecosystem, blah, blah, blah. But snakes in the chicken coop are up to no good. Fear not, gentle readers. I did not take this one's picture. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, and all's well that ends well.

I didn't mean to talk about snakes tonight. I really wanted to rave about the production of Wicked we saw at the Fair Park Music Hall.

I love musicals. I have a theatre degree and did a steady 10 years of acting/directing/writing after college. I used to keep up with Broadway and the Tony Awards and all the up and coming playwrights. But life shifted and I haven't done any stage work to speak of since then. But I sure enjoy watching good productions. (And it looks like we have a wanna-be actress in the family.) I'm so out of the loop these days, that this is the first time I've actually ever seen Wicked. That's one clever script, isn't it?

Go see it if you can. Great voices, incredible production values, super fun story. Plus, green's always been my favorite color.

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