My mom saves everything. She has the first tooth I lost, hair from my first haircut, and a number of other items that walk the fine line between loving parent and stalkerish psycho. Lucky for me, she falls into the first category.

My nephew Alex enjoys playing with the old school Fisher Price toys my brother and I had as kids, and really, they're so much better than anything you can find in stores today. No blinking lights, no annoying music, no batteries. Just good old-fashioned playthings that stimulate the imagination.

My recent Tim Gunn encounter got me thinking about one of my favorite toys from my youth. Anyone remember these?

That's right, bitches, it's the original set, complete with all fifteen mix-and-match plates. The only thing missing is the crayon holder and colored pencils, but you can bet I'm going to Target today to replace those. Yeah, I'm gonna play with them!

In the box were three other plates that came from what must have been my brother's boy version of Fashion Plates. Instead of pretty patterns on the backs of the plates, there are reptilian textures.

Hotness. So if anyone (ahem...Jim, Craig, Chuck?) recognizes who these creatures might be, leave me a comment, because I've gotta know! My OCD thanks you.