We don't fuck around.

We went fishing in August, and we brought back so much fish, we haven't gone through it yet. We have leftovers from last night's fish dinner (the sixth one?), and we still have another six servings' worth left to thaw and cook.

Today is pumpkin day. Between 24 and 30 pounds of sugar pumpkin have been seeded, cleaned, cut, butter-brushed, baked, picked for burnt bits, and skinned. She's making puree right now. That's six pumpkins. The other six are still in the trunk.

(Just overheard: "Yeah. Pumpkin on my pants.")