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
Happy New Year
Friday, June 02, 2017
FRIDAY FUNNIES JUNE 2, 2017
And here is a favorite photo. It is my youngest grandchild hiding behind a tree. You can't see her can you?
She is visiting this week and we will have so much fun.