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