October 18th
Dear Diary,
George tells killer jokes. I really don't know where he gets them from. Out of the blue, George says: "What's a pumpkin's favorite sport? Squash." I nearly started rolling around in the dirt with laughter. The squash weren't amused, but we don't like the squash. I'm proud to report that I'm even plumper, rounder, and more orange than last week. George thinks I'm becoming obsessed with my weight. But the farmer keeps circling my belly with a tape measure and patting me on the head with approval. It wasn't a perfect week, though. A bird pooped on me. I don't think it was on purpose, but still. It doesn't matter because I'm in the best mood. The scenery is stunning here. The sky has been extra blue and the trees are rapturous with color. It's like they're trying to outdo one another. I've been waking up every morning feeling energized, grounded, and loved.
