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 be like that man in the last photo. It is hard for me to bother others for assistance. I even avoid asking my children, as their lives are so busy.
A few of these hit way too close to the truth to be funny but I enjoyed them all anyway.
ReplyDeleteGood ones, LOL!
ReplyDeleteGood ones, made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteLove them all, but the bed one is spot on. I remember that when I was working. Thanks for the laughs.
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These are great!
ReplyDeleteGood ones :)
ReplyDeleteThe doctor's appointment one is close to the bone.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Yes, The Count does count.
ReplyDeleteStrange/funny thing. I recall first time I went to a doctor and I was old enough be his mom.
ReplyDeletei can be like that man in the last photo. It is hard for me to bother others for assistance. I even avoid asking my children, as their lives are so busy.
ReplyDeleteThat whole thing with the patient portal reminds me of our military health system website. Arrghhh!
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