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
tis the season
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Yes, Black Eye Peas. I'm showing the can to show that they are black eye not black eyed peas.
Home made Red Lobster cheese bread!
The reason a pig cannot look backwards is so it will not know it's butt is gone.
These are scalloped potatoes but my husband calls them scalped potatoes. He said he always thought that's what they were calling them when he was growing up.