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