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
I can't be there until week after next to celebrate with you.
ReplyDeleteI'll try from our house though but it just won't be the same. You've done good. Tireless.
btw, looking at that martians eyes I expect hime to say, "I key you."
ReplyDeleteHeading to Mars. Congrats on hanging in there.
ReplyDeleteI'll be celebrating with you! I've enjoyed the marathon. :)
ReplyDeletewow!! well congrats on blogging so long!! good for you! Did "they" help you?!
ReplyDeleteI am your newest follower..pls follow back if you can.
N THEY will celebrate with you too...
ReplyDeleteTHE TRUTH IS OUT THERE
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