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
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Hope's mommy gave her a little book with various daily assignments. Today Hope was supposed to draw a picture of Granny and Grandpa. Those who know and love me will be able to tell which one is Granny Annie.