Port of Call

I don't know which is more disturbing: that I manipulated and stretched the truth to the police just so I could get a photo of a cranberry/popcorn garland encircling one of their cars, or that they let me do it (after two other police stations had turned me down).

And I did it with Dean Winchester finesse and charm.

SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME, MISHA COLLINS?

(5 more hours of GISHWHES. I have one more task to attempt)

So, it's Thanksgiving and nothing is really open until, like, 10 pm (debating if I want to take on that crowd). In the spirit of "I'm bored and there's really nothing else to do", I present:

THIS.

No regrets.

(Also, saw The Muppets with a friend yesterday - it was so good! We were mouthing along with the classic Muppet songs)