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
Saturday, July 12, 2008
MY PLIERS
These are my pliers. Ron bought them just for me and I put my name on them. It seems I need pliers around here more than anyone else. If you see these pliers, return them to ME immediately and no questions will be asked.
In our Florida place, my husband swiped my pliers and hammer and put them in his tool box in the utility room. I want my tools in the house where I use them, but he insisted! Next year, I'm going to get another set of tools and keep it in the kitchen. In Ohio, I have one of my baskets (I make baskets) full of screwdrivers and such, because I use them in basket making ... it hangs in the kitchen and he doesn't know the tools are there, so he can't steal them.
In our Florida place, my husband swiped my pliers and hammer and put them in his tool box in the utility room. I want my tools in the house where I use them, but he insisted! Next year, I'm going to get another set of tools and keep it in the kitchen. In Ohio, I have one of my baskets (I make baskets) full of screwdrivers and such, because I use them in basket making ... it hangs in the kitchen and he doesn't know the tools are there, so he can't steal them.
ReplyDeleteOMG,,,that is so familiar. My husband and I actually have separate tool boxes.
ReplyDeleteKacey, Tabor, I envy your very own tool boxes. Perhaps this pair of pliers will be a whole new beginning for me:-)
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