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
Sunday, February 01, 2009
OUT OF THE BOX
Here she is!
Dillon's turn. Nope, Ryan wouldn't go for it.
So, when are you too old to climb into an empty box? I believe my 38 year old son envied his children.