put the needle on the record*

I spent a morning with my brother and his kids over the weekend.
It was great fun joking around with my niece and nephew - I've been seeing a lot of my brother but his cute kids are always in school so I miss things like



the old fence ate my arm trick. (Can you tell that my brother's children don't know how to pose for blog posts?)



See? Silly! That's how you open the fence.

Little kids are tons of fun - you can put them on top of things -



But you do have to stop to tie their shoes.

Oh, yes, we went to Target.
After a fix -



How funny is it that the workmen are drinking from the roach coach?
It cracked us up, I'll tell you.

My brother's local Target was like a ghost town.



It was ten in the morning on a Saturday and there wasn't a soul there.
We were the only shoppers.
We saw some great stuff -



I wanted this tent for my bed.

Here's half a chair.



And, look!



It's a pile of those faux wood lap desks that all the design blogs were writing about a couple of weeks ago.
I'm telling you, if there's something that Target is sold out of in every store, it was at my brother's Target.

We had a great time.

On the way home we saw two miraculous sights.





The Delorean yards - shrouded in a fog from the 80's.

And, The Mysterious House Of Horses.



I am stupefied at that horse head sticking out of the front of that house.

Don't laugh too much or I'll hit you with a pork chop and a hairstick**.






*My brother said this all morning.

**My nephew said this all morning.