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
Sunday, January 20, 2008
BOYS, BOYS, BOYS, BOYS, BOYS
Any mother or grandmother of boys or a boy will appreciate Rachel Balducci's blog entitled Testosterhome. I read her often and laugh at the antics of her five boys. She has recently published an article in Good Housekeeping and it is a delight. You may read that article BIG LOVE here.
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She's a good writer. I can't imagine having 5 boys!
ReplyDeleteI love that story! I want "Love extravagantly" to be my mantra. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWow! FIVE boys!!
ReplyDeleteI applaud her for having enough sanity left to write a complete sentence.