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
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Cookie Jars Smell The Same
Our cookie jar contains some iced oatmeal cookies, a few oreos and a few vanilla creme cookies. They each taste as they should but the cookie jar smells just like Grandma's cookie jar. Have you ever noticed how all cookie jars smell the same?
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