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