Shooting from the hip! What a great topic for a shoot out!! I loved westerns on black and white TV growing up. The Lone Ranger, Tales of Texas Rangers, The Cisco Kid, Roy Rogers and Trigger (who is now stuffed and standing somewhere in the Rogers' Estate), Gene Autrey and his sidekick Pat Somebody-or-other who had a high pinched voice...
I enter the Bagman and Butler studio, however, with absolutely no pictures, because my camera has been holstered all week. And I enter, uniquely, crashing through the side wall instead of the door, having been launched at warp speed from the weeks' out of control merry-go-round and land in the middle of the floor, covered with plaster and holding a dirty baby diaper in one hand and a copy of Turbo Tax in the other.
"Is it Friday yet?' I mumble.
BAGMAN: "You missed it, you idiot.
KAREN (Calling from downstairs): "Mark! Mark! One of the dogs pooped in the house again!! I thought you said you walked them!!"
BUTLER: "You have 45 minute until tomorrow."
I struggle to pull my camera from the holster, place it at my hip, aim in general direction of Bagman and Butler, squeeze trigger...
BUTLER: "Cameras don't have triggers, Mark."
Nothing happens because the battery has died.
I hear Noah waking up somewhere in the house and starting to cry.
The thought strikes me that this is what retirement is going to be like and I lay back down on the floor and fall asleep.