Bear with me. This one is a doozy.
I come from a family of five: my dad, my mom, my younger sister, my older brother, and me. My dad is Anthony and is a doctor, my mom is Patricia (and is also a doctor, but that's incidental to what I'm about to tell you), my sister is Tessa, I am Felicia. My brother's name isn't important. But it's Marcus, in case you wanted to know. That's the setup.
Here's the payoff:
Tessa (younger sis) and I basically memorized the score of WICKED growing up. In a moment of desperation and extreme boredom (second only to the time we spent nine days in the back of a van while touring Ireland's hypnotically underwhelming scenery, and so composed a 38-song medley that, to this day, we can recite from memory) we came up with a delightful familial homage by changing the lyrics to the following section of "No Good Deed":
"Nessa...Dr. Dillamond....Fiyero...FIYEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" (You know which part I'm talking about? Of course you do.)
Okay, those are the real lyrics. Here is our patented, Ricci-tastic version:
"Tessa....Dr. Anthony....Patricia....FELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICIAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" (Implicit is that it's older bro Marcus (not mentioned) who is singing.)
And that, my friends, is not really a Fact of the Day so much as another piece in the How Did Felicia Get to Be This Way puzzle. Let's never speak of this again.