We had a lovely long weekend. The turkey turned out rather nicely, the gravy was perfect and the pecan pie (the kind you make with a bottle of caramel topping) was lovely!
You will note that I didn't post anything at all over the past few days. This is all Rob's fault, naturally. For you see, he hath corrupted me with a vile sickness and hath no remorse.
He let me borrow his copy of The Sims.
In between dashing to the mall on Friday for a few hours and our run out to Leavenworth (the one in the Cascades, not the one in Kansas -- and I'll go into more about this trip another day) on Saturday, I did nothing but work on those Sims. ::sigh:: And, mind you, when we weren't running or dashing, I was kerplunked before my computer, totally mesmerized by the interactions of these little people.
My first family is the Goobers, Drab and Lael. Drab caught fire cooking dinner one night while Lael was at work, causing me quite a bit of consternation as, until that point, I hadn't saved the game. At the time of his culinary disaster, I'd invested a good three hours in their family. Lael was desolated. I had no choice but to start them over again, uncooked. Rob observed that he
had never burnt any of his Sims to a crisp.
Sims Part Two. Drab and Lael are doing fine but have hit a career stumbling block; they need to make friends and hardly anyone is coming to visit. I decide to play one of the premade families and encourage them to buddy up. I choose the Newbie family, Bob and Betty. Bob and Betty are pretty poor, it seems, so I send Betty to work. Bob builds a swimming pool. The Goobers don't want to come over, though, so I invite over the other Sim family, the Goths. Bella whoops it up in the kitchen. Mortimer goes swimming with Bob. Bob passes out cold on the stairs leaving the pool and Mortimer, unable to get out, drowns. I'm aghast. Rob chuckled, "Well, that
never happened to me before, either." I had saved the game, fortunately, before Mortie's death, but naturally, needed to start over. Again.
Michael Bachelor seemed like a likely premade prospect. He's single; of course he'd want to be friends with Drab -- for remember, I'm doing all this so that Drab can make a friend and get promoted at work. Unfortunately, Michael takes a shine to Lael, who doesn't like him, and Drab doesn't seem to care for him, either. Michael, according to the help window, is lonesome and needs a chick or he'll be too depressed to make any friends. All the existing chicks are married. I need to make him the perfect mate.
Enter Bubbles Friendly (I can come up with cheesy names as easily as they can). Bubbles is awesome. Even I want to be her friend; she has a swimming pool! To make sure that she and Michael can meet and fall in love, I give her the same job he has -- in the military. This strategy works perfectly. They have the same schedule, so they can spend time together. I go between his house and her house, inviting them over back and forth and I realize -- his place is a dump! She's got the better home -- and that pool! Finally, late Saturday night, they were happy enough and friendly enough with each other to get hitched.
Which didn't help me much with Drab and Lael needing friends...so I invited them over. Lael, remembering what a jerk Michael was in his bachelor days, spurned their friendly advances. Drab wasn't too fond of Bubbles and Michael, either. I decided to be the Goths for a bit, so that they could make friends with the Friendlys -- who now needed friends to advance their careers and the Goobers weren't cutting it -- even though they were the ones that started this whole mess.
Anyway...as you can see, it is a tangled and convoluted web, this neighborhood of Sims. By 10:30PM last night, everyone had at least one friend, except for the Newbies. It could be that everyone still holds Mortimer's drowning against them, even though I didn't save the game at that point so he's still alive. ::sigh:: Now I feel bad for them and will likely need to be them for a bit so they too can advance their careers.
Tomorrow -- Sims-willing -- the trip to Leavenworth and the case of the Missing Sheep!