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
Sunday, June 11, 2006
THE INVADER
Slim was doing battle with a creature last night. I looked out to see what all the barking was about and she held this uninvited guest at bay. The grandchildren and I began to scream about the HUGE tarantula. Ron went out to gently lift it on a stick and place it on top of this pole. He said this was just a baby tarantuala........ We sure hope the mama and papa aren't very close by!
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Thank goodness I live in a place wherre it is safe like New York and they dont have these things!
ReplyDeletehe's sweet :)
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