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
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I'm with you on the TP!
ReplyDeleteLynn -- There was a time I would grab extra napkins anywhere we went so we would have emergency toilet paper. Yes, I was that poor. I will always consider toilet paper a luxury.
ReplyDeleteI guess tp's as close as it comes to being a necessity.
ReplyDeleteCorn cobs are pretty rough and they're not in piles laying around the farmstead anymore.
Is electricity a commodity? If I didn't have it, it would take me years to quit flipping the switch when I entered the room.
Cliff -- I thought you were probably used to a Sears And Roebucks catalog in the outhouse. The important thing about electricity is flipping the switch when you leave the room. I learned never to tell my son to "flip off the lights".
ReplyDeleteI know that I could not live without water. I guess I could give up heat (yep) and telephones. sandie
ReplyDeleteChatty Crone -- We're good on the water part as long as the well doesn't run dry.
ReplyDeleteTylenol, eyedrops.
ReplyDeleteAn old friend taught me how to cut up old clothes for TP when needed.