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
Moon, I have been trying all morning to get on your blog and wish you a Merry Christmas. My darn slow computer won't let me in. Anyway, Merry Christmas and I love your new bathroom!
ahhhhhhhhh......so sweet!
ReplyDeleteSlim and Cletus are identical twins!! Does he have a black tongue?
ReplyDeleteI think my dogs are related somehow to yours lol, merry christmas!!
ReplyDeleteOh, Slim - that is definitely the way to celebrate Christmas.
ReplyDeleteI love watching my cats snooze by the light of the Christmas tree.
Michele sent me to say Merry Christmas, Granny Annie...
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Moon, I have been trying all morning to get on your blog and wish you a Merry Christmas. My darn slow computer won't let me in. Anyway, Merry Christmas and I love your new bathroom!
ReplyDeleteThat's ONE relaxed pooch!
ReplyDeleteLove it!!
Oh, don't worry. Once he senses zombies, he'll wake up.
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