Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Friday, August 26, 2005
Add A Wishbone
Of course I pray each day for my son's successful employment search. Today he has a call back interview. I don't think it is a job he is very excited about, but you never know. Yesterday I cooked a whole chicken. This morning the wishbone was on the counter. My left hand was Tandy's wish and my right hand was my wish. I pulled and then could not remember which wins -- the long or the short. Then I realized it doesn't matter because left hand and right hand made the same wish -- good news and successful job search for Tandy. I'm just sure that prayer and wishbones mix.
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Hi I´m Chris. Great page !!! Greatings from Germany Bottrop !!
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