This year I decided to really get into the spirit of Halloween. It may have been the costliest decision I've ever made. My greased-up head went into the pumpkin no problem, but...But as Jim and I discovered...Any blow to the pumpkin itself could prove fatal to me. At first, I drove myself crazy thinking about the things I should've done differently. I never should've played that joke on Erin. I never should have hollowed out this damned pumpkin in the first place. But then I realized I was being silly. I mean, the pumpkin should rot off of my head in a month or two. Right?