So Deep we Need a Shovel

Last week we met again—I believe that was time number 6—and it was a good time again. And there was more pizza involved (just thought I'd mention that). One of these days we're gonna mix up the cuisine a bit and we'll have a whole new entry to write on the blog about it.

Anyway, Rich did the hosting honors this time, and we had 5 crewers in attendance (RIch, Susanna, Linda, Paul, and me) and 6 represented (Diana couldn't make it but provided a piece to be read). Everyone's stuff was really good (except that we only ASSUME LInda's writings were great, 'cause she accidently left 'em home on the coffee table! But we know they would have been very cool.), but the common theme of the night seemed to be shovels since both Susanna and Paul read things that heavily featured a shovel as one of the main subjects.

Sue's piece was a 1-act play script called, "Shovels and Banana Peels." In short, it was about three nutcases—two of which she modelled after her own mother—and a shovel. Paul read the instruction manual to a product he created and may plan to market, which is a shovel that will help lonely guys get dates. It involves batting potential lady friends on the cranium with said shovel. Um....yeah. I'm not making this stuff up. I could be gracious and explain the whole back history to his product so you'd see he was just being funny and not a psychopath. However, I'll let him fill in the details in the form of a comment to this post, if he so chooses.

We're off this week 'cause it'll be Thanksgiving Eve on Wednesday, but we're back on next week and Paul has offered to host. So provided everything is still good with that, we'll likely see y'all there!