Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Every morning I wake up with a song in my head, and it is almost never a song I've recently heard, but rather some obscure tune that bubbles to the surface and escapes out of my mouth to drive Carlos insane.
This is the song I sang to him this morning, and the look on his face as he reached for the phone to find a suitable doctor to institutionalize me was priceless.

So, without further ado, here are Tom Wopat and Bernadette Peters singing my song:

1 comment:

Joy said...

I like that play. How funny is that image of your singing that to Carlos and his reaction! You two are great!