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
Saturday, August 27, 2016
SPLAININ' TO DO ANNIE
What??? You missed National Dog Day!!! You got some splainin' to do:-( We want cake.
Frankie is telling Slim, "You ask her. Just go ahead and ask her. She'll give us cake."