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…)
(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)
daughter: hey mom do you know what a blog is?
little tobin: umm no
daughter: it’s like a journal but it’s online.
I’m thinking about doing one all about my adventures moving home.
little tobin: other people read these?
daughter: yeah that’s sort of the point, to get people to follow you online.
little tobin: that’s disgusting.
welcome to little tobin & daughter
(under protest from little tobin)