Churned like butta, baby.
Here’s me, looking a bit dubious about the whole thing.
Not nearly so crusty.
…over cats, that is.
Goodbye, unpleasant place!
I’m not sure why I was driving, but we piled his car up (safely!) for a trip up to the house on the second day of moving.
Some empty damn boxes.
Steep.
Only smooth after, of course. The first mowing was… tiring.
About to get the beats bumpin’, as the kids say.
It’s a must with a push mower.
Jackie was so freaked by the move–she mewed up a storm, like in this pic.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have a draw string at the waist. This proved problematic.
Also before we added his cruft.
Music makes the world go ’round.
We bought so much mulch that week.
Much too small a sink, but an awesome faucet.
This must have been before we started moving, because I am surely not tired enough in this picture.
Notice that I’ve got all the furniture–couch, entertainment stand… file cabinet. >_<
See, I don’t hate them all the time.
Most of these are kitchen boxes.
There’s that tired-as-hell shot that’s needed after a move.
Landscaping is fun!
My man.
Both getting used to being around each other a little more.
Minus that shoe rack.
I like having a lawn.
Before we fucked it up with all my furniture.
For a first-timer, that’s not so bad.
Here’s Jackie, sitting pretty in my old apartment while I’m packing. They were both very bewildered by the packing process.
