Who is Dawn?

Waiting for paint to dry. That's exactly what I am doing. Since it is raining, I spent a little time watching grass grow, but when it didn't seem to be happening I gave up

Ass Crack of Dawn. That's what she said. What time is that exactly? I thought it might be waay before 7, but apparently I was wrong.

So here I am, up on an 85 foot ladder, by myself, painting the house, in the rain, by myself. Did I already say that? No it's not safe, but it IS necessary.

I am sick of this rain. How's a girl supposed to get anything done? Even if you are up at the Ass Crack of Dawn...which apparently is about 6am. And by the way, who the hell is Dawn?

So anyway, back to the 97 foot ladder....there I was up on the ladder, when it happened. I dropped my brush. Packed with paint. I dropped my brush packed with paint. To the ground. 124 feet below. And you see what happened. It landed just like that. Embedded in the ground. Phew. But it still took a prayer and a jack hammer to get it back out, what with the 145 foot plunge it took.

I should probably go. Parker is getting yelled at and the paint is likely dry enough. Hmm..Jdog just barked at the cat. She's making breakfast, just slightly past the Ass Crack of Dawn. And Jesus already showed up, look at that. He came early and caught my brush. Christ, can we talk about the rain?