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