Oh wait– if you are at all terrified of heights– then please don’t look.
There is only one thing I wanted to shout to this guy:
DUDE– WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER?
Because wherever she is, she is flipping out right now. I know my own mother at home will be flipping out looking at you cause you had me flipping out because seriously dude, W.T.F?
You are giving me a heart attack.
I don’t care how much they are paying you– you are not roped in– it’s not worth it.
People, I had to send up prayers and walk away because just the thought of him turning around and climbing down to the ladder had me in palpitations. Watching him turn back to dip his brush in the bucket was more than I could bear.
Soon, my gaze returned to the sky, however. Had to trust my man in blue was gonna be kicking back beers somewhere safely later in the day telling his buds how he had to get some painting done. All I can do is trust.
Seriously– turrets were a fad? Everybody had to have one? Apparently so, because you cannot walk a street without seeing one (or more) — and if you see a house without a turret and think– shaZAM! I found one, hell if you don’t take a few more steps and see the garage with a, yes- wait for it– a TURRET on top.
All you can do is shake your head, right? I mean, those have to be a bitch to build from an engineering standpoint and then, useful? Useful for um, tea parties with one doll, one smallish teddy bear and one child under the age of three?
Well, there has to be a reason because I could shoot nothing but turrets all day and I couldn’t document them all– I should start a feature of Turret Thursdays or something– even then it would take me hundred and eleven days to get the good ones posted.
But that will never happen because? Am lazy.
And? I prefer flowers.