Scooby Doo and Big Mona

For some reason Shaggy and Scooby are running from Big Mona. And a bunch of zombies.
Don't look at me. I'm not a writer for Scooby Doo.
I dunno.
What do I know?
Let me see...well, we saw the orthodontist today. We are definitely in line for braces, but we have about 7-8 months of getting procedures and one round of SERIOUS oral surgery behind us before we can get them. It would seem that Jack has the same hidden and impacted tooth that his mama and Pop have. Only Jack's has gone one twist further and grown another tooth on top of it. So one of them has to go, and it's not the one that is easy to get to. But before we can address that, we have 2 other procedures to get past this spring. The ortho, who we'll call Doc Hollywood, more on that later, said that we were looking at braces through most of 5th and 6th grade, and he was said it was "very puzzling" and "making him scratch his head" as to where to proceed because Jack's mouth is, apparently, an enigma. Welcome to the family, doc. Jack's mouth, is apparently on target with that of a 14 year old. Molars and all. I had the same issues when I was young. You know you have a weird family dental history when the orthodontist is investigating the mom's mouth as he investigates the 10 year old's mouth. I could write a 1,000 word essay on the procedures my mouth has endured. I mean, people, I had an apecoectomy once where the oral surgeon discovered that the dead root of my tooth was trying to live and was regenerating. The doc exclaimed, "We've only seen this once in a medical book and once on a medical mission trip in Guatemala." Nice! So, our first step is to see an endodontist this spring. From there we'll go to the oral surgeon. Thank goodness we have double dental insurance coverage. YES!
We really liked this orthodontist. His office was suhwankay. OMG. The waiting room had an arcade area, it was HUGE, and the exam rooms each had an office inside the exam room where the nurse sat and did her portion of the exam by computer. The imaging was awesome. No more do they put the big giant cardboard xray cards in your mouth that make you gag like a 2 year old. Anyway, Doc Hollywood was about my age with HIGHLIGHTED hair, a tanning bed tan, and the whitest teeth I have ever seen on a human being. He was so put together it was almost comical. Still, he had a really nice manner and was very thorough. Plus, he was recommended by a co-worker whose two children have been through this ortho group (it's a father/son operation.) So, anyway, Doc Hollywood does exist. And he's an orthodontist.
The mowers launched a rock through our glass door in the living room today. Actually, it didn't go through. It just pinged the glass just right to cause the entire thing to crack like ice without shattering out of it's frame. The glass company came out about 6 o'clock and hung a tarp, taped up what they could, and told us not to slam any doors because the glass that is cracked inside the frame would "explode like dynamite." So basically, we're safe now, but you should hear the grass crackling. It sounds like melting ice. Wonder how long it will take for the glass to come in? You might know it's a custom order size. Sigh.
Better run. Scooby Doo and Big Mona are calling.