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, March 14, 2011
QUESTION OF THE WEEK
Don't you just hate it when you put expensive cleaner in the toilet, walk away to let it soak and almost immediately hear a flush?
F.Y.I. (1) We have wall-to-wall kids here for Spring Break; (2) I have lost total of 25 lbs to date:)