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