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
Messymimi puts a LOT of work into her posts. Which I appreciate.
ReplyDeleteSigh at the jerk. I hope you kicked him to the curb soon after that incident.
That sounds painful in so many ways.
ReplyDeleteOh painful time painful memory!
ReplyDeleteYes Messymimi finds all those out of the way snippets for us to enjoy. Did you know Pocahontas marries an Englishman- neither did I lol
Any man more worried about his bike than his wife deserves neither!
ReplyDeleteWow, that was a scary memory. Thank goodness you were not seriously injured. I am not a fan of motorcycles. The human body hurling unprotected at 50 miles an hour through space is not safe.
ReplyDeleteLove those bell bottoms but your experience was not pleasant and good reason he was a "then" husband.
ReplyDeleteYikes, how totally scary. So glad he is a former husband.
ReplyDeleteWhen you're short and chubby bell bottoms are a no no....apparently also a no no when riding a motor bike with a jerk lol.
ReplyDeleteOh! My Goodness! I'm glad you were okay....typical behaviour of a typical male, though! :)
ReplyDeleteOur generation certainly has been through a lot of interesting fashion crazes! lol
Oh no! Glad he is an ex-husband and he didn't know what his real prize was! (Rob)
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