...Some people hum "Music of the Night," but you hum "Final Lair." In its entirety.
...You can tell the difference between Gary Morris and John Owen-Jones without checking to see which version of "Who Am I?" is playing on Pandora.
...You can properly pronounce all five of Tevye's daughters' names.
...When you enter a theatre (or even a school auditorium) you sigh with delight and immediately consider yourself part of the furniture.
...When people speak of Shark Week, you think of a Puerto Rican street gang, not sharp-toothed sea creatures.
...You're listing all the adaptations of Les Miserables and you say, "Oh, right, and there was some movie made in 1998 without any singing, too."
...You are well acquainted with the weather tendencies in the plains of Spain and in Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire.
...You know all the von Trapp kids' names and ages, in order.
...Approximately 75% of the songs on your iPod are show tunes. Is there a problem?
...You know how to spell "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."
...Most people dream of meeting A-list movie stars, but you make up elaborate imaginary scenarios in which you manage to procure Hadley Fraser's autograph.
...You have heated arguments with friends over Eddie Redmayne vs. Michael Ball (and they know better than to get you started on the Nick Jonas issue).
...You pronounce Uncle Tom's Cabin as "Small House of Uncle Thomas."
...You affirm that Christopher Rupert Wyndermeer Vladimir Carl Alexander Francois Reginald Lancelot Herman Gregory James beats boring old "Charming" any day.
...You have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying, "It's GAlinda. With a Ga." when you hear people talking about The Wizard of Oz.
...You maintain that "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair" is a million times better than "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together" (unless Aaron Tveit is singing the latter, in which case all bets are off).
...To you, a xylophone is so much more than a mere musical instrument.
...There is a show tune lyric for every single situation in life ("to life, to life, l'chaim!")-- and if you can't think of one in a hurry, "AND I'M JAVERT!" will suffice.
...You know what the simple folk do to help them escape when they're blue.
...Your dream vacation spot is New York City-- specifically, the theatre district. Duh.
... You spell it as "theatre" instead of "theater" because it looks more cultured that way.
... You know better than to sit under the chandelier at a show.
... You've read all the way to the end of this post without getting bored.
... You let out a squeal when you come to the last point in this post and discover that all this musical theatre blah-de-blah is leading up to the announcement that Miss Dashwood is hosting a Celebrate Musicals week from September 23-28, and more details will be along on Monday. Two more dawns, two more days, two days more...