Irony, the Dentist, and Other such menial tragedies

Believe me when I say I've had the best intentions of blogging and then have just been too tired to string together two coherent thoughts on the piece of string that is my life. It's been a good two weeks, definitely full. I have to say it's the middle of November and I am STILL getting accustomed to our new schedule. Have to admit too that I am actually loving it; being busier that is and subsequently having a real reason to wear makeup. Speaking of makeup I ran out of it on Tuesday and had to wear my back up powder and concealer. I actually considered not wearing any to BSF. But alas, I caved to social standards. There may not be a public fate worse than this when you've just spray tanned your face and it's completely the wrong shade (read: white as a clean sheet).
Excuse me, I misspoke. A fate worse would be unknowingly stepping in dog poop and asking who smells or ripping a hole in the crotch of your jeans whilst wearing not a stitch beneath.
Not that either of those things have ever happened to me.
Alright. As I said, there's been a few funny moments of the past week including, but not limited to a couple of bandit raccoons breaking into my garbage and kindly spreading the remains of a chicken carcass all over my property. I really loved that surprise right before BSF. I find it ironic in the highest order that I actually resembled a raccoon (see: above) while sweeping up a wing from underneath my car. Two days after Halloween I made a dentist appt. That is also ironic. After being informed I would have to come in to get cavities filled the following Saturday: I cursed Skittles. And Butterfingers. And Laffy Taffy.
We went to the dentist a third time for Pea's appointment and here's the scene:


Pearson could care less. And Harper is screaming bloody murder every time the dentist gets near Pea. It was so sad, so cute, and really annoying for everyone else within earshot. I would prefer not to see the dentist for a while now. Just saying. p.s. Here she is two years ago same chair. Look how big she's getting! wow.
Other than these events, I've been trying to bust out a little pre-thanksgiving Christmas shopping and might I add that is a new kind of Christmas miracle. I'm half done? Who am I now? It's possible such preparedness will throw me into a full out identity crisis come January.
What have you been up to these past weeks?
Yours in seeming preparedness and promising prompter posts,
(how's that for alliteration, Chan?)