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