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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Happy New Year
Sunday, January 21, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!
Dear Chelle, 35 years ago today seems only the blink of an eye. You have never stopped amazing me and making me proud. I love you! Happy, happy birthday to you. XO Mom