a snapshot of the past 48hrs…

daughter: hey mom, this is mr. d*, he’s here to help..you guys can chat about tattoos, he’s got a few…
little tobin: well then he’s a big pervert!
daughter: huh? but you have a tattoo…
little tobin: hey! who we talkin’ about, me or him?
daughter: well technically you…

ambulance lady: ok we’re going to head out now, if you have any concerns or want to chat, just give me a shout…
little tobin: well, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m pretty positive I already hate you…
daughter: annnddd we’re off!…

little tobin: hey, you think that guy is available?
daughter: god i hope not…

*(mr. d’s identity has been withheld to protect his privacy, because obviously i’m very concerned with personal privacy…)

 

 

onward & upward?…

daughter: hey, you’re going to be moving friday… that ok with you?
little tobin: yup, good! this place shits…
daughter: well said mom, well said…
(fingers crossed the next place doesn’t get the “shits” rating…)

scheduling absurdity…

how can i not find humor in all this when i look at my day planner for tomorrow and it reads as follows…

Wednesday FEB. 12th:
1. Cancer – 10am
2. Taxes – 3pm
3. Therapy – 5pm
(did i offend the scheduling gods?… i mean seriously, did i?…)

where we’ve been…

(there have been inquires into our whereabouts over the last 2 months… i think this might explain it all)

daughter: so it seems you do have lung cancer…
little tobin: humm, i’m ok with that… the dementia shit is what’s going to get me, right?
daughter: most likely…

(that has been 2014 in a nutshell – hoping to find a bit of humor in all this soon)

weight…

(nurse walking us into the doctor’s office…)
nurse: can i take your weight?
lt &d: (in unison) well no thank you very much, we like it exactly where it is! HAHA!
daughter: you weirdo!
little tobin: you’re the weirdo!
lt &d! ahhhh HAHAHA!
little tobin: (to nurse, or hallway or anyone who will listen) actually you can take it all! HAHA! I have excess!
daughter: ditto! be gone with it…
nurse: (baffled, amused, annoyed… wishing she could go home but sort of smirking) ma’am can you step over here so i can weigh you, please?
little tobin: uh oh, she ma’amd me..
daughter: you’re in trouuublleeeee…