“This night is better than my birthday,” whispers contentedly.

October 31st, the scariest night of the year, the most disturbing, and obviously…your husband’s favorite. You see him wandering around the living room, inspecting other families decorating their front steps.

Obviously, he had already decorated yours in a exaggerated way a week earlier, and now he can't wait to scare some child who rings the doorbell

“Dracula…too obvious,”

comments a little boy walking down the street with a basket of candy.