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