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