Autumn in a nice time of year...you get to wear all those fabulous thick luxury coats that are packed away that you have to take to the dry cleaners to be ready for action....then you have the hunt for that nice working snow blower to help keep you from killing yourself shoveling snow....and the boxes of kleenex you need to buy for all the running noses and colds you are about to get.....all the doors that allow cold air into your home now need to have some rolled up towels to place across the bottoms so your heat bill does not make you desire to commit suicide.....all your relatives that are on what they call, "the down low" seem to find your telephone number, (they never call you all year long...thank god), and they desire to probe into your "cookie jar savings amount" as you know they have a long sob story and are just hinting so hard that you will offer to send them $20,000.00 to get them out of hock.....your list for Christmas appears to look like a book written by Alfred Hitchcock starring Vincent Price as the evil Santa, and you have to find the cook book as everyone that does make it to your front door slips past security and will want some intensely wah-hooed meals made for them...and last but not least....(we all know you have one in the family, do not lie about it, no matter how embarrassing it is to admit) your old Cousin Sparky shows up with her newest Husband, (this time number 19) and they have in tow, several small children that are totally unaccounted for and have a prime objective: Eat, break things around the home, use your shower as they have been on...the...road...for a week or more...and they ALWAYS need gas money to get back home......yes ....Autumn....it is THAT time of year...(sigh).....