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