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