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
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.)