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
NOW there is a pic------I'm enthralled with it. Like?? there has to be a whole story behind it right?
ReplyDeleteWhat an adorable little face!
ReplyDeleteToo cute and filled with imaginary stories...........
ReplyDeleteLetting the cat out of the box...this is too cute!!
ReplyDeleteThat is great picture.
ReplyDeleteRalph
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww . . . wayyyyyy adorable!
ReplyDeleteVery cute!
ReplyDeleteI hope you're having a fabulous time with all of your guests. I know that you're a great hostess!
What a sweet picture :-)
ReplyDelete.....and what beautiful eyes you have, my dear. The better to see me with...
ReplyDeleteSix little mice sat down to spin
ReplyDeleteMiss Pussy came by and she peeped in.
"What are you doing, my little men?"
"We're making clothes for gentlemen."
"May I come in and snip off your thread?"
"Oh,no,Miss Pussy,you'd snip off our head."
"Oh, no I wouldn't, I'd help you to spin."
That may be so, but you don't come in."
Great shot, Michael.
ReplyDeleteJust look at that little kitty's face peeking out there!