I told my wife that there is only one thing that scares me on Halloween.
My wife: Which is?
Me: Exactly!
An extremely vain sorceress zoomed into the local dollar store on her broom, fuming from head-to-toe. “Which one of you morons is responsible for putting my name on your product without my permission? I’m going to turn you into a toad!”
A shuddering young clerk bravely came forward— “I’m extremely sorry ma'am; I honestly thought Witch Hazel was an approved product.”
“You idiot,” screamed the hag. “I’m talking about the Barbie doll!”
I think the whole "Autumn-is-in-the-air" theme has gone too far.
Today I went to Jiffy Lube and they offered me a "Cinnamon Spice" oil change.
Every year I like to hide a dozen Easter Eggs in the house for the grand children.
This year my wife said "No Way" until I find the two unaccounted for eggs from last year.