I Wish I Had A Box

Right now Sammy looks like I feel, except he wasn't out partying last night. He was safe at home watching reruns of COPS while we were chasing down witches with a drink in one hand and a camera in the other.

Sammy has his box of odd (and old) tissue paper and gift wrap all set up just how he likes it. 
I admire his decorating and creative abilities almost as much as I admire his nap skills.