Many years ago, my (blogless) friend Karen told my husband - who liked to dabble under the hood of my little Ford, and who still likes to cook - that he should open a car repair shop with restaurant, and call it Carbonara.
A quote from my child: God is a piece of macaroni.
And speaking of which, yes, I did finally put the Flying Spaghetti Monster on my car, albeit a little crookedly:
:)
ReplyDeleteAnd my word verification is "pastrati"! Which is close to a noodle. But not as holy.
the FSM would just look weird if it was all lined up, step-marching with the car logo. don't you think?
ReplyDeleteJust noodling around in this post, were we?
ReplyDeleteI do love the image of God as macaroni. If it's good enough for Yankee Doodle...
ReplyDeleteI don't have a Flying Spaghetti Monster and NOW I'm feeling a little bereft. :)
ReplyDeleteYay! Solidarity in pasta. (fist bump)
ReplyDeleteYou drive a Mini Cooper S? In red? That's a lovely car.
ReplyDeleteLove your car, the FSM, and the quote from your daughter
ReplyDeleteHa! Bibliomama -that was a good one :)
ReplyDeleteThis post seems to tie the mysteries of religion and the universe all together. Of course the answer to it all is PASTA.
So did M. say that because of the FSM? Either way, I like it.
ReplyDeleteI need an FSM for my Toyota. I need it.
ReplyDeleteI'll bite. Why is God a piece of macaroni?
ReplyDeleteDid you ever find out?
You can get your own Flying Spaghetti Monster at Amazon!
ReplyDeleteOn Labor Day weekend I was helping a friend run her booth at Dragon Con. We were visited by the Flying Spaghetti Monster...and I. Was. Touched by. The. Noodly. Appendage!! Yes...I was!! Squeeee...
ReplyDeleteAhem.
It was neat.
Carbonara...funny...
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
FSM looks best when slightly off kilter!
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