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, July 09, 2009
MEDICAL-GO-ROUND
Bye-bye for now. We're back on the Medical-Go-Round.
To update you on the pup before I go, we have a very loud horn and sounding it sends the little guy running back home as soon as we see him headed this way.
Hang in there, honey!
ReplyDeleteWell that's one problem solved. hope the dog gets fed at home.
ReplyDeleteTake care.
Yvonne.
Annie,
ReplyDeleteI am sorry there are medical problems to be taken care of.
Good luck and we will be thinking of you.
Sending you lots of love and good wishes. Go take care of business!
ReplyDeleteI don't think I like the sound of a medical go round. Take care!
ReplyDeleteIt's a good thing we don't live close to you cuz each time I come here I see that widdle face and I want to take him home!
I hope everything's okay.
ReplyDeleteI also hope that puppy gets some food at home. I wish I could take him.
Good luck with everything. :-)
Sorry that you got a ticket on that particular merry-go-round and hope that it lets you off soon.
ReplyDeleteHope all's better now! Please update when you can. :)
ReplyDeletePS: I left you a present on my blog this morning!!
ReplyDeleteMy very best monkey wishes to you and your family, Granny Annie. :)
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