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
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
MISS JASMINE GOES TO WASHINGTON
Jasmine's California school takes a trip. Jasmine is our little peadoodle on the front row, far right. Small but DyNo-Mighty!