I wish I could review every show, truly, but some intrigue me far more than others. There's no point in writing and publishing a critique of Singing the Diaphragm Blues, as it runs a single weekend, but it sure does sound fascinating. I mean, how many plays offer "chickens, diaphragms, and female sexuality?" Other than Waiting for Godot, obviously.

I've enjoyed Rebecca Lea McCarthy's performances before, most recently in Arsenic and Old Lace at Lakewood Playhouse. In 2012, I nominated her "Doris" from Olympia Little Theatre's Same Time, Next Year for a Carvy. Turns out she's an author, too, and her second book, Writing the Diaphragm Blues and Other Sexual Cacophonies, was released in 2012. Her stage play's an adaptation of that work, described by one online reviewer as "(p)art memoir, part feminist scholarship...with just enough dirty jokes to keep it a guilty pleasure." Where the chickens fit in, I have absolutely no idea.

In addition to ribald tales from her own life, McCarthy will explore gender mythology, puberty, "birth control failures," and what she calls the sex lives of "sluts and crones." You can't make this stuff up, folks. I don't even try.

Singing the Diaphragm Blues is presented by 4th Wall Players, a nonprofit black-box theater company in Puyallup, as its follow-up to The Vagina Monologues. It's directed by Dale Westgaard, who also helmed LP's fine-tuned production of Arsenic and Old Lace. Tickets can be purchased at the door, or grab them online. While you're there, grab a seat for Driving Miss Daisy, which opens April 11 at the same theater and runs for two weekends.

SINGING THE DIAPHRAGM BLUES, 8 p.m. Thursday through Saturday, March 13-15, 4th Wall Players, 15019 Meridian E., #A, Puyallup, $10.50, 206.395.4343