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
Ha ha, the pony pooting a cloud got me giggling. Also wish I had known that zinger about being the youngest when I was growing up. Explains everything:)
These are so good
ReplyDeleteYou posted some good ones yourself Christine. Thanks.
DeleteHa ha, the pony pooting a cloud got me giggling. Also wish I had known that zinger about being the youngest when I was growing up. Explains everything:)
ReplyDeleteSo Patti what was your sibling placement?
DeleteI love this especially the pony! lol
ReplyDeleteThat is one I got from Just Ask Judy a while back and I loved it too.
DeleteThanks for the smiles. As the youngest in our family I particularly liked the last.
ReplyDeleteI too am the baby of our family. My siblings didn't appreciate the post. LOL
DeleteThe top of the ladder, ouch, my eyes! Heeheehee!
ReplyDeleteThat was the best one I thought.
DeleteFunny!
ReplyDeleteThanks Anne. From Annie:-)
DeleteThanks Carol for commenting. Glad you liked them.
ReplyDeleteAs the oldest of four, I saw my sister in the last one. She's really not at all spoiled, but I will send it to her anyway.
ReplyDeleteThank you for all these chuckles!
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