Thanks to the poor, poor, poor, poor planning of the concrete company our (poor, poor, poor, poor planning) condo management company hired to redo all of the sidewalks, walkways, and front stoops in our development, we have a plywood ramp outside our front door. We've had this ramp, actually, since the day after the first snow fell-- way back in November. That's because the day before the first snow fell, some jackass jackhammered up our front stoop ad walkway, and it's been a frozen wasteland here ever since.
Which is totally cool with Pirate Harry, arrrrgh.
Because he can stomp right out his front door and down the plank, matey.
He's even wearing the gross hat that his pirate pumpkin wore around Halloween season. Gross because we left the pumpkin on the porch until it literally rotted into nothingness. Ashes to ashes and all that.
His feet are blurry he's moving so fast to plunder and pillage (wait-- do pirates plunder and pillage, or am I thinking of vikings? Are vikings pirates?)
It's cold out here. Let's just steal some music online and call it a day. Arrrrrgh.