Everyone left so many awesome name suggestions last time! I couldn’t choose. Seriously, how can you choose between Vladimir and Voltron?
I decided to punt, and just tacked a V onto the front of the name the game gave him. So please welcome the newest addition, Verich Alphabetti.
The bunny tail pajamas are SO adorable!
Verich also enjoys playing at that big turtle table with the blocks inside.
Slobber slobber whee!
While I was at it, I decided that Kerri’s pajamas just wouldn’t do.
INAPPROPRIATE. I gave her the blue pajamas with the sheeps instead. Because they are awesome.
So… yeah. This is boring.
I played for like an hour without anything happening. I thought I would lose my mind. I wondered how the hell I was going to write something up for Sims Sunday.
And then Umlaut got a call from his friend, Elvis Coulton.
Elvis Coulton has been following Umlaut like a puppy basically since they met. In fact at one point I was going to pair them up, but the timing didn’t work out, and then Umlaut took a fancy to the lady next door. So there was that.
Meanwhile, Elvis keeps calling. He calls Umlaut at least once a day, I swear. So… why not! I had Umlaut invite Elvis over to the community garden for some Private Time.
A little bit of flirting went a long way!
Blue plus plus sparkles!
Then Umlaut swooped in with a backrub.
Soon, Elvis was putty in his hands.
“You know, this would kill my father!”
OH SHIT IT TOTALLY JUST DID.
When I panned the camera back to the community garden, I had lost track of Elvis. What kind of crazy garden is this, anyway? How are you supposed to find someone?
Soon I had him spotted, and he and Umlaut settled in for some quality hanky-panky.
Then Umlaut went home and ate mac and cheese like nothing had ever happened.
There aren’t as many options for public Woo-Hoo as there were in Sims 2. In fact, almost none. But I wasn’t quite ready for the inevitable fight that would result from Umlaut bringing Elvis home for Woo-Hoo.
Luckily, they live in Twinbrook.
Nestled in beside the consignment store is a funny little lot. It’s not a home you can move into, and it’s not listed as a community lot. It’s a tiny furnished cabin with an outhouse.
I think of it as “the founder’s cabin,” because my town has one of those. Whatever it is, it happens to have a double bed!
Meanwhile, Kerri keeps playing her guitar.
Maybe she’s singing the “Dead Father-In-Law, Cheating Husband Blues”!