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
As a retired teacher I could only grimace about the teacher one. I developed a cast iron bladder -- but don't nobody get in my way when I walk in the front door at home!
I enjoyed these today.
ReplyDeleteLoved them all, but the last one made hubby and I crack up. Goodness.
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Have a fabulous Happy Tuesday. ♥
Hahahahaha! It's good to share smiles at the start of a day... :)
ReplyDeleteSelf-rising. He's paying more attention than most, at least to her cooking.
ReplyDeletegood ones.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on, and stay safe.
Too funny!
ReplyDeleteAs a retired teacher I could only grimace about the teacher one. I developed a cast iron bladder -- but don't nobody get in my way when I walk in the front door at home!
ReplyDeleteBrock Lee, that's a good one and the human body having enough bones to make a whole skeleton is funny too.
ReplyDeleteSelf-rising flour -- lololololololol
ReplyDeleteHahaha
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