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
Friday, January 05, 2007
STRIKE ENDS
Look at that big, beautiful, brown egg! That's a Curly egg. She is the only girl that lays that dark an egg. It appears that the egg strike may be over. That is the first egg since Thanksgiving.
That is a beautiful egg. Once when I was in the grocery store my son saw the brown eggs and pointed out the "chocolate eggs". Knowing my love of chocolate he wanted to know if I was going to buy them. I told him that a brown chicken lays brown eggs....I haven't a clue.
That is a beautiful egg. Once when I was in the grocery store my son saw the brown eggs and pointed out the "chocolate eggs". Knowing my love of chocolate he wanted to know if I was going to buy them. I told him that a brown chicken lays brown eggs....I haven't a clue.
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