Back when my mom got married, in New Orleans, Thomas and I had a great vacation down in the Big Easy. For whatever reason, despite his complaints about my stuffed animals, Thomas fell in love with a giant alligator stuffed animal. The thing was huge. Like four feet long.
There was no way we were going to be able to get it on an airplane, so we didn't buy it. But for weeks afterwards, Thomas complained about not having it.
So I bought it for him, for his birthday.
However, first in locating one that I could buy on the internet, arranging shipping with this tiny little shop on New Orleans, it wasn't going to be on time for his birthday. So, since I didn't want to give him nothing for his birthday, and I couldn't really afford two birthday presents, I got him a placeholder alligator. About 8 inches long and rather squashy, it was cheap and cute, and I managed to get it in the day before his birthday so I could wrap it.
Today's post is a placeholder post. Something tiny and small and a cute substitute for a longer, more thought provoking post later. I have a lot of things I want to talk about; I just haven't had the time to sit down and work on them.
So, I will leave you with the following bits of news, and the promise of a bigger, better post later.