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