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
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
TODAY JASMINE IS FOURTEEN
Happy Birthday Jazzy! Here's grandpa's pride and joy.... Jasmine or the tractor? JASMINE!
The California girl can be a farmer when she trys. (Don't kill me for showing this favorite photo of you when you were 9.)