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
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
THANKS CHRISTY
Yesterday I washed my whites with soap, oxy clean and an ink pen! Yep, I did. Spray and Wash does not get out ink. My sister said don't use bleach. My Niece Christy said, they are whites -- use bleach. What have you got to lose? Absolutely right. I saved almost every piece of clothing. Are our children supposed to be smarter than their parents? Thanks Christina Lina Bo Fina.
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Sometimes my grandchildren shows such wisdom I am in awe. They are always teaching me.
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