Friday Conclusion

In the evenings---especially on Holy Friday Evenings---the Cupcake household likes to sit and talk and schmooze and dally and kibbutz and relax and unwind and relish the fact that IT IS FRIDAY and it is the end of the week. 

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.

THROW IT FUCKERS little mister Sharkey keeper says.  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THROW IT! But we go on about our business, trying to keep our focus and trying to not buy into ALL SHARKEY ALL THE TIME thinking. Alas, we cannot be untouched by that certain one of us who has a burning desire for Brilliant Fun Sharkey Time:

THROW IT!!! THROW SHARKEY YOU FUCKERS!!! I PROMISE YOU WE WILL HAVE GREAT FUN!!!

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:

And as time progresses and pressure commences there are a rainbow of tactics and strategies employed designed to make Sharkey Time happen

 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