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