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
Monday, May 10, 2010
WHAT CAN I SAY?
This mother was delighted in my special day and so happy to also celebrate the wonderful mother my daughter is.
Here we sit like birds in the wilderness waiting to be fed:)
The boys hold our table while the ladies go through the buffet line.
Michael brought his art portfolio for my review. It is awesome. He is awesome!
Hope manages to get her hands on our lost kitten. She has named this famous baby "Sugar Cookie".