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