Mark and his remote control truck
My mom and dad opening gifts
12.28.2006
CHRISTmas Day
Made possible by Gretchen at 12:57 PM
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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.
Mark and his remote control truck
My mom and dad opening gifts
Made possible by Gretchen at 12:57 PM
1 comments:
Girl! I have been wanting that same pink tool for forever! Is in not the cutest?
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