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