crumby excuse

I'm blogging with an empty stomach.

There must be a sandwich somewhere in the house. I like to have two slices of wheat bread with a thin slice of butter spread on each side please.

Yea, I want that. Now.

But SM is asleep.

Okay. What about Pauline, my generalissimo?

I can't find her. I called out her name but she didn't respond.

You must be wondering why can't I just make the sandwich and get it over with. Well...

Would it be a valid reason if I told you that I couldn't find my arms today?

Yea, yea, it's a lousy excuse.

What if I told you that someone stole my arms? Last night was halloween. I think I saw a scarecrow make a run for some trick-or-treat with my arms.

Hallucination - a sign of hunger.

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In the 1719 novel Robinson Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe, the main character attempts to keep birds from eating his newly sowed corn stalks. As a discouragement, he shoots several of the birds and then hangs them in rows, such as English prisoners. The remaining birds are so frightened that they refuse to even remain in the area. While not the modern idea of a scarecrow, Crusoe does remark, "...I could never see a bird near the place as long as my scarecrows hung there." (wikipedia)