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