June 22nd 1993
If any professional Psychiatrist has ever had a mental breakdown, then they know exactly what I have been going through. Maris' Aunt Patrice is in town and Maris has taken to her two-week migraine. Why just the other day, we drove passed this store called Wall-Green. She insisted on doubling back and browsing there. I parked in the back so no one I knew would recognize my car and I only hoped that no one had seen me enter the dwelling. Once inside Aunt Patrice was so happy to be in this… discount chain, that she hugged every staff member she ran into like she knew them. She bought me a singing mounted trout. I'm certain it was from the "As Seen On TV" section of the store. I was so delighted with her generous gift, that I immediately told her that I would hang it up at work. My kleptomaniac patients love admiring things of such nature. Perhaps I should re-gift it to Dad. At least I can be thankful that she didn't buy me the solar-powered, potted, dancing daisy. I can only fantasize of owning a Rottweiler that would be in desperate need of a chew-toy. I'm certain to have a nightmare of this wonderful gift the next time I sauté my next seabass.