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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Saturday, February 18, 2006
ANY SUGGESTIONS
Sister-in-law Kass got me started on banana popsicles. I have felt compelled to save the sticks. Now that we are getting ready to move I am left in a quandary about what to do with the sticks. Any suggestions -- be nice :-)
Sister-in-law Kass got me started on banana popsicles. I have felt compelled to save the sticks. Now that we are getting ready to move I am left in a quandary about what to do with the sticks. Any suggestions -- be nice :-) 
I looked on line and I thought this was cute
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I guess that proves you can find anything on the internet. Now I know what we'll do the next time the grandkids visit. Thanks:-)
ReplyDeletethrow them away...
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