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