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
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
What could be better for WOO HOO WEDNESDAY than a picture of Owen chilling out? He better relax now because his new sibling will be joining the family next week. No one knows if he will have a new sister or a new brother.