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