29 oz

Yesterday, Asher and I went outside to go for a walk.  We go on two or three walks every day.  Asher loves them.  Come January, you'll see us bundled from head to toe walking around the neighborhood for the third time in a day.  Anyway, when we stepped out yesterday, I noticed that our next-door neighbors had an entire yardfull of the most beautiful fall leaves.  So... we took some pictures.  

I thought that my neighbors might come out and wonder what on earth I was doing rolling around in their leaves, but I couldn't help myself.  (You may have noticed that I'm an obsessive-compulsive picture taker.  Thank you to all of my aunts and uncles who made this possible by giving us a digital camera for our wedding.)

Also yesterday, but otherwise completely unrelated, I made some pumpkin bars.  Apparently my grocery store of choice only sells 29 oz cans of pumpkin, so I also made pumpkin chocolate chip cookies for the sake of not having half a can of pumpkin in my refrigerator.  While I was being domestic, I let my mind wander, and it occurred to me that 29 oz is a really weird amount.  Who decided to make cans of pumpkin 29 oz anyway?