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
The kitties on the doberman! The squirrel traffic lights! "Too matching!" They're all pure gold.
ReplyDeleteThese are all good ones.
ReplyDeleteI want to give that tee to all my kids for Christmas. Thanks for the laughs!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the smiles.
ReplyDeleteNed the Bed is so cute.
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