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