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