Hi, turnips! It's been a few days since I've touched base here, but I've been swamped like a swampy person since Day 5. How're you doing? How's the family? Any problems? Any triumphs? Does anybody know why Derek Dooley wears those awful pants?
Today's prompt is: Given that Autumn is busting out all over, which is your favorite season and why? Alternately, which is your LEAST favorite season and, of course, why?
Hope everybody's writing away like little writing bugs. Or ferrets. Or whatever industrious animal would be a good writer. Is that a bad metaphor?