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
Saturday, October 13, 2007
CONFESSION
I am a MacGregor descendant. Our clan was banished from Ireland. Mary Queen of Scots aka Bloody Mary, decreed that anytime four MacGregors were found together, they were to be put to death. My spouse, also Irish, found this little tidbit of information for me. If you, by chance, are a MacGregor and approach me with two other MacGregors, please be advisesd that we are all in peril. We do not find where there was any special hatred for Peter Rabbit....just his intrusion into our gardens. (Anyone think I might have had a wee too much wine today?)
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I don't have a drop of Irish blood, but hold on, don't go anywhere...
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No, Mrs. Z isn't a McGregor. So it's safe to bring her and Junior over.
I'm not a MacGregor either....LOL...and what kind of wine is it? I may need some of that!
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