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
And the choir said AMEN.
ReplyDeleteer...maybe I've already said that.
Lets make a deal. You post the same thing every day and we'll make the same comment. Kinda like Groundhog Day. That should keep us busy for about a month until one of us realizes we've lost our grip.
I haven't seen any repeats so I think you're good.
ReplyDeleteCliff -- Why didn't you mention this earlier before I was almost half way there. That would have been a perfect solution. What could I have said 53 times?
ReplyDeleteBonnie -- Well since you are my facebook buddy and my blog buddy, you would know:)
ooooo~ no prob-
ReplyDeleteI think you're doing an amazing job of coming up with stuff so far!
Snaggle Tooth -- Oh thank you so much!!!
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