To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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.
Please remember, I've been working on the house to straighten it up. So it's a mess,
but I'm working on it! 
This is our "parental suite" that I'm working hard on getting cleaned up
Made possible by Gretchen at 6:42 PM
1 comments:
You have a great house. The land is awesome. My favorite piece in your bedroom is that amazing trunk at the foot of your bed. I LOVE it!!!
Sorry, it has taken me so long to get over here to comment. Since my hysterectomy, I just don't sit at the computer very long at one time. I'm having to do alot of catching up.
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