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
Happy New Year
Thursday, June 05, 2008
MAMA SAID THERE'D BE DAYS LIKE THIS
Days with our children that turned into nightmares but miraculously had happy endings -- we've all had them. Our friend Jamie Dawn had one last week and lived (rather Taylor lived) to tell about it.
Yeah, I'd say Taylor is lucky she didn't skin his head!!
ReplyDeleteActually, Rachel, I DID skin his head!!
ReplyDelete:-)
Is Taylor yet alive?
Yes.
Tay lives to see another day.