Be My Valjean

Hi guys, Laura here. I don't know if anyone still reads our precious, precious UCMs, but I miss wasting valuable hours of my life to write them, and Anna was loving enough to make me an author. More dramatically, she said "the baby is dying; be my Valjean." And then we sang a duet with cameras up our noses, mouths quivering.

Don't worry, I'm not going to let her get away with not writing posts, like that quitter Fantine.

I am also Javert, I guess, and will stalk her to the ends of this earth. On that ominous note, hopefully we can get some new posts up here in time for Oscar season. Apparently, starting with Les Miz, as I have stretched this metaphor as far as it can go. Movies!