I have nothing too exciting to report today. I did, however, stay up late last night baking a pumpkin. This country thing is really sinking in. And then I used the food processor - the one my sister loaned to me and I conveniently never gave back - to mash up the pumpkin into, well, mashed pumpkin. It was my first try at baking a pumpkin to see if I should do that next year with all the pumpkins I'm going to grow. Now I just have to figure out what to do with all of it. I made pumpkin muffins for breakfast that Ty thinks I should make for Christmas morning (he said that about my blueberry muffins, too. I think he just likes muffins). Hopefully my friend Melissa will share her pumpkin scone recipe with me. Any suggestions for pumpkin mush?

And on the subject of country livin' I think the chicken is going to meet his demise. Sorry Chad. But I think he's stalking me. At first I pretended that he was running after me because he wanted to be friends and I was okay with that. But now whenever I turn my back, he high tails it for me, like he's going to strike. And then when I turn around he just looks at me like "What are you looking at." I'm telling you if that little sucker attacks me, we're having chicken for dinner.