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