Alligator Wrestling

Well, well.
This was the trip to Florida when we visited the alligator farm. I have been terrified of alligators ever since. Like snakes, I don't mind watching them on TV or from a distance, but the thought of having one in close proximity literally makes my skin crawl. Here we are, sitting on a stuffed one.. a few minutes later while walking around the facility, we saw another gator that looked just like this one, and took off running to sit on his back, too.. only he wasn't stuffed! I remember being whisked off my feet by one of the adults so fast that my head spun! I imagine that they have since removed the stuffed alligator from the area. ;-)

I was looking through some of the other "old pictures" blogs and thinking about our regrettable fashion choices through the years... It always seemed that if we ever had a "look" (like Kimmy's preppy purple in yesterday's entry) it was like a costume to us. It was so unusual for us to look good and "put-together" that it was almost uncomfortable.. and we wore the same "outfit" all the time. Never mixed it up at all! Because our "costumey outfits" didn't go with our "playclothes" which consisted of elastic waisted bottoms in hideous colors, double knits, tee shirts, and dirty tennis shoes. And our "dressy clothes" were always hand-me-downs, until K came into the picture.

I chalk that up to our mother (and grandmother's) love for doll dresses and polyester.