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
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
ONE PICTURE
I only wanted one nice picture of these five grandchildren together.
Ha! You remind me of how hard it is to get a photo of my grandkids together where at least one of them doesn't look like a freak in the circus! The top one is pretty good, though. Splice that girl on the left out and put in another of her.....LOL
Ha! You remind me of how hard it is to get a photo of my grandkids together where at least one of them doesn't look like a freak in the circus! The top one is pretty good, though. Splice that girl on the left out and put in another of her.....LOL
ReplyDeleteThat last one is so nice, but I prefer the ones with goofy smiles and some acting up. :-)
ReplyDeleteI just added you to my blogroll.
We are now official blog buddies!