"I'm tired of raising dogs; I want to raise babies."

That's what my mom told my dad in the parking lot after she got off work the other night. What she meant was grandbabies. In her idling car with the headlights on, they discussed me. My dad called me a butterfly (to which I take offense) and attempted to enlighten his ex-wife on my actions to some avail. Relating the tale back to me in the mobile home he occupies, he called my mom a worker drone and the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Nothing has been resolved.
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I've been sleeping in the "little house" out back at the grandparent's. Pretty sweet setup. Grandma: "Ernie is staying in the other bed tonight."
"Ernie?"
"You know Ernie, the guy with the shaved head and the three pit bulls."
Oh cool.
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A few weeks ago I went to shoot some B-roll in the hills for the Dad doc. Pop's friend Terry let Tom and I shoot his handgun. Neither of us hit the Sobe bottle balanced on a rock but we did develop a new understanding of bullet force.

Tom and Erin Shoot Their First Gun from Erin Lee Smith on Vimeo.

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Dad went to school with a David Lynch. Got me remembering this photo. Dream couple.