I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT THE CUPCAKES THINK FRIDAYS ARE FIRST RATE.
For example, there is one person in particular that thinks Fridays are for throwing Sharkey. May we interest you in throwing Sharkey, perhaps? He is our precious.
But sometimes, in our We Love Our Friday time we don't notice Sharkey and we tidy up and we think about what we will eat for supper and we just hang out and breathe. HOWEVER there is one of us who has one thing on his mind and that thing starts with a big fat fuckin' S.
And then we have a little go round---around the couch and there is some action where Sharkey is concerned. HOWEVER there is ultimately a pause in the Sharkey action and this is where the focused one starts in again---wearing us down with his unbridled devotion to Sharkey Time. I mean for the love of god do I have to look at the bookcase to throw Sharkey for me?
Or maybe I should remind you that I know Tony Soprano:
until ultimately we realize the deep deep heartfelt importance that Sharkey Time represents and we give a toss or two as we are settling in and cooking supper and this makes the Sharkey Addict happy for moments at a time until we are finished with our fiddling and we finally get the message and we take a good solid cheer leading chunk of time and we throw Sharkey until we can't throw Sharkey anymore and all of us are tuckered out. Which brings me to my point and my conclusion:
THERE JUST ISN'T ANY FEELING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD THAT CAN COMPARE TO THE FEELING WHEN SOMEONE YOU LOVE TURNS THEIR FOCUS TOWARD YOU AND SHINES A WIDE BRIGHT LIGHT ON WHAT BRINGS YOU THE MOST JOY AND MAKES YOU THE MOST HAPPY AND THEN DOES WHAT IT TAKES TO MAKE YOUR YEEHAW COME TO FRUITION.
Be on the lookout, Sweet Peas,
Gary of the Gallant