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