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