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
Lots of laffs here, especially burnt toast, screenshot, and easter egg hunts!
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Yep, the inside counts the most.
ReplyDeleteThank you for these smiles. A lot.
ReplyDeleteI count errands as running out! lol
ReplyDeleteYes, that last one! And for me lately running errands and keeping appointments counts as going out.
ReplyDelete😆 🤣
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