Mr. Hipster Alphabetti decided to get up in his fancy dress to go to the park, complete with bowler hat. At the park he met a cute(ish) fairy named Dahlia Goodfellow. He was smitten, although she was unimpressed.
She gradually warmed to him as he chatted her up.
Although – understandably – her boyfriend Pip was not happy with this.
What career befits a hipster? I pondered this for a long time before I chose the Fortune Teller career track for him. I imagined he would start it ironically as a goof, but then get more and more into it. You know how they do.
“Doop dee doo, just making hot dogs for breakfast inside my chain link compound. Nothing new here.”
I got so distracted following June and Dahlia that I forgot to pay their bills. The repo team showed up and zapped one of their stolen park benches. Sad!
“I don’t know, dad, it’s just not the same without that second bench.”
Dr. Who fans will be happy to know that you can use a teleport network which is – coincidentally enough – connected by police call boxes. You step into one, choose which one you want to teleport to, and poof! You’re there.
(It’s called the LLAMA but I forget what LLAMA stands for.)
So! Full moon! This gives romantic interactions a little more punch. And fortune favored June with an invitation to Dahlia’s party on that very night.
She seemed a little perplexed at first. Maybe it’s the bowler hat. I bet it’s hard to take a man seriously when he’s hitting on you while wearing a bowler hat.
But soon she was accepting his requests for hand-holding and other mid-level romantic stuff.
Sadly, when he asked her to bed (in her bed) she took his request a little too literally, and fell asleep.
Here’s something you don’t hear every day: check out that police officer’s pretty fairy wings.
I had promised June that when they hit $30,000 I would buy them an affordable manufactured home. (Let’s not make fun of people who live in trailers. Honestly, I aspire to trailer ownership.)
I had a lot of fun building it, modeled on floor plans I found online. I decided to make it a little run down, a little 80s, a little threadbare.
Then I put a couch in the yard, and a gravel parking pad.
Here’s an aerial view. I think you will agree, it is admirably compact.
So compact that I have to switch to the fisheye lens to get pictures inside.
“Just eating leftover hotdogs for breakfast in my new mobile home, yepperoonie.”
I feel like I can do better than that linoleum pattern, but I haven’t had time to go searching for something more suitable.