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
That first one is spot on. I so remember. One of our cats does the same thing. Only to hubby though. My next favorite is the walking the cat one. Very few like to go for walks. Fun funnies.
Walking the cat, lol!
ReplyDeleteThat first one is my life especially when my daughter's dogs come to visit.
ReplyDeleteThat first one is spot on. I so remember. One of our cats does the same thing. Only to hubby though. My next favorite is the walking the cat one. Very few like to go for walks. Fun funnies.
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