Notice that I’ve got all the furniture–couch, entertainment stand… file cabinet. >_<
Steep.
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.
Churned like butta, baby.
…over cats, that is.
Much too small a sink, but an awesome faucet.
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.
We bought so much mulch that week.
Landscaping is fun!
I like having a lawn.
My man.
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.
Most of these are kitchen boxes.
About to get the beats bumpin’, as the kids say.
Only smooth after, of course. The first mowing was… tiring.
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.
Minus that shoe rack.
For a first-timer, that’s not so bad.
Not nearly so crusty.
There’s that tired-as-hell shot that’s needed after a move.
Jackie was so freaked by the move–she mewed up a storm, like in this pic.
See, I don’t hate them all the time.
Also before we added his cruft.
Goodbye, unpleasant place!
Some empty damn boxes.
Music makes the world go ’round.
