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