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
Happy New Year
Saturday, June 20, 2009
BETH'S REPORT OF KICKING HOPE
Once upon a time there was a teenage girl named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was going to spend the week with her Granny Annie, Grandpa Ron, her teenage cousin Mike, and her 6 year old cousin Hope. Elizabeth’s brothers were both there also. Granny Annie didn’t have enough rooms in her house for all of her grandkids! So Elizabeth and Hope, being the only girls, got the big bed to share together. Only Hope and Elizabeth both had a kicking problem while they sleep. So one night the two went to sleep. But when Hope awoke, she wasn’t in the bed. She was on the floor! She looked at the bed and saw Elizabeth sprawled out all over the bed! Elizabeth didn’t wake up for a few more hours, but when she did, Hope announced “I’m sleeping in the computer room tonight. You kicked me out of the bed!” So Elizabeth told her she was sorry and that was fine with her. But Elizabeth also remembered that last night she had gotten kicked almost out of bed! She didn’t mind though, because she would have the bed all to herself that night!