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
Happy New Year
Saturday, October 01, 2005
I told the Wal-Mart stocker that I was looking for my granddaughter's favorite candy, thus implying these were for Hope. Actually they are for me. I feel just like a Princess when I eat them. We're never too old :-)
I raised my children on Beatrix Potter books and the grandchildren love them also. I did have to confess the candy was for me because my spouse ratted me out at the checkout. Thanks Sandi for your comments :-)
I raised my children on Beatrix Potter books and the grandchildren love them also. I did have to confess the candy was for me because my spouse ratted me out at the checkout. Thanks Sandi for your comments :-)
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