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
Monday, June 25, 2018
JUICER, COFFEE POT, CAN OPENER
Question Of The Week 06-25-18
What countertop appliances do you use...
or own but never use?
(Thanks for missing me. I am back and have been absent for no reason except busy. Hope to catch up soon.)