The Spirits Tell Me Your Little Pants Are On Fire.

Ok, Psych.

I adore you. You are quite possibly one of the best shows on TV right now.

Your dialogue is witty, pithy, and relevant. It contains more pop culture references than an episode of Gilmore Girls.

Your actors are talented and adorable. I love each and every one of them and enjoy that each of them got at least one episode devoted to their character.

Your story lines are amusing and inventive. (Most of the time.) I will watch a marathon of you ANYTIME, even if I've seen all the episodes.

Your setting is lovely. I don't think I ever would want to live in California, but you do make me want an office on the beach.

But, PLEASE. Stop trying to force Shawn/Juliet on me. I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THEM. I am Shawn/ANYONE ELSE. Just because James Roday and Maggie Lawson are dating in real life, doesn't mean they have to on the show.

So, no more Shawn/Juliet. Thanks. See you in the summer!

ETA: While watching Youtube clips of Psych looking for a certain clip, I came across James Roday's audition tape. I can't imagine anyone else being Shawn; he was perfect from the beginning.