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