Thursday, March 03, 2011

00469 Day 7, the Spaghetizer

We're going to be millionaires!

No more slumming it - it's going be meals comprised entirely from saffron and pools filled with the tears of the poor as they gaze on my magnificent house made freshly everyday from perfectly ripe nectarines.

That's right, and it's all because of the money we'll save by not putting too much spaghetti in the pot.

"How?" you ask, "how is this possible? What could enable you to make these seemingly unsubstantiable claims? Are you even human? If not, where do you come from? Is it nice? Why have you come here? Do you like what I've done with the place? Should I put this plant by the window, or over by the bookshelf? What's the difference between a President and a Prime Minister? Why do some countries have one, some the other, some both and some none? Which is better for you, olive or sesame oil? What's that brown stain? Is 'unsubstantiable' a real word?" (man, you ask a lot of questions).

The answer (to some, but not to all the questions) is ...


It's a spaghetti measurer.

Yeah, that's right. Who's the daddy now?

Oak, red acrylic paint, a holesaw, a drill and a steady hand. Oh, and too much time on my hands.

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  1. Oh my, not again.

    They have these made out of plastic with several more holes in them.

  2. Yeah, but this works just fine and looks the bomb in my kitchen. 'Sides, I'm a maker, not a buyer

  3. HAHAHA!!! That puts me in my place!