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
Oh girl, you had me crying with laughter. My husband is rolling around like a fish out of water slapping his knee! hahaha That CV got me like, Y E S !!! Do not get me started on chickenpox. I have a back story on that one. lol
Ticks and fleas, LOL!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles. And yes, I am pretty certain that husband would die here too. A quick death.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Thank you.
ReplyDeletelove the police at the door one :)
ReplyDeleteTicks and fleas! OMG! I love it.
ReplyDeleteOh girl, you had me crying with laughter. My husband is rolling around like a fish out of water slapping his knee! hahaha That CV got me like, Y E S !!! Do not get me started on chickenpox. I have a back story on that one. lol
ReplyDeleteHahah
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