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