November 15th 1992
Maris and I attended a costume party for Halloween. One of her friends suggested that we go as a cactus and balloon. Although Maris liked the idea, with her small frame, she looked more like a dried prune rather than an inflated balloon. It didn't take many prune jokes for Maris to develop one of her head aches. We left early. Poor thing slumped over like a depressed California Raisin.
Dad will be coming over for Thanksgiving this year. With last year's fiasco ingrained in our minds, Maris insists on having the dinner catered. She doesn't even want to think about the awful things one must do to create stuffing. The other day she became light headed at the supermarket when we passed the Stove Top Stuffing aisle.