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