Sometimes

Summertime is a time.

Springtime is a time.

Wintertime is certainly a time.

Fall? Fall is not a time. You will not hear someone utter in the months of October, November, or December; "Well Malorie, it's 'falltime' should we muster up some eggsalad sandwiches, hike up to the moutains, breath some crisp 'falltime' air, and shove things into our vaginas, and assholes?"

No.

Not in 'falltime'.

Challenges

So Ian, You've had lots of free time, as of late.

Yes, I have, Ian

So, why have you been neglecting your writing?

Well, I've been busy doing plenty of other things!

Oh ya, Ian, like what?

Well...I...I went to the store and bought olives!

That took you three months, Ian?

Yes.

You're and idiot, sir.

I stand by your assesment.

Good.

Well, Ian, now that you're on the fucking blog, writing the fucking blog itself, at this exact fucking moment, why don't you spend this time coming up with a productive, and witty entry...

Um...Sure, OK, just let me run and get some olive's first.....