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
Monday, August 13, 2007
THE WILD BUNCH
A grand time was had by all. We laughed and laughed and played and talked. Everyone loved Christiane. She truly is "family". Today is Monday and I want to email my mother and tell her all about our weekend.
Looks like you all had a great time !! I'll be taking the kids out to a friends this weekend so my daughter can drive around the track again like the skilled maniac she is !! LOL !!
And what a lovely wild bunch they are!
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Looks like you all had a great time !! I'll be taking the kids out to a friends this weekend so my daughter can drive around the track again like the skilled maniac she is !! LOL !!
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