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