Another one of Quinoa’s dogs died. I really need to start adopting puppies instead of senior dogs.
This time I had him ask the Grim Reaper to join him in a pillow fight. Quinoa and Death are getting to be pretty good pals by now.
Quinoa has hit level 5 in his career. For this stage he has to go around interviewing people and then writing reports about them. I had him start by interviewing his own partner.
After which he chose to “Enthuse about dogs.”
Then he ran home and dutifully wrote up his report.
I imagine his report going something like this:
“Dear Police Department, this is a report about my partner who is okay with me talking about dogs all the time because I like dogs they are the best. Sincerely, Quinoa.”
I was trying to get their schedules coordinated so that Quinoa could propose marriage in a scenic spot, but they kept defeating me. When one of them was awake, the other would be ready for a nap, and vice versa.
Hey guys… you should really take your shoes off when you’re in bed.
You also need to stop eating snow cones for breakfast! STOP IT.
I can’t tell you how many times I have clicked to cancel the “Make a snow cone” option and forced them to eat something more nutritious for breakfast instead. (Like leftover pasta, or waffles.)
(No, it doesn’t really matter. Except to me. It matters to me.)
Speaking of snow, winter rolled around and we had our first snowfall. Alexander went outside and did this.
I don’t… I think he’s trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue? I… this picture is very unsettling. Let’s move on.
Yes! Play in a pile of leaves, that’s much better. Thank you.
Quinoa came home from work with a wish to “Brood for 3 hours.” (I get that wish myself sometimes.) He sat down on the floor and spent the afternoon brooding about ravens…
After this, I decided to fulfill a fun wish for him: visit the Winter Festival and get something to eat.
Alexander had been asleep when we left, so Quinoa had to go to the festival alone. By the time we got back to the house, Alexander was up and puttering around in the kitchen.
I gave up on my plan for a scenic marriage proposal and had Quinoa just pop the question right there in the kitchen.
I have to admit, this made me really happy.
Not the dog, though. The dog apparently dislikes Alexander, and the feeling seem to be mutual.
Does the dog know something we don’t? It reminds me of this.
While they waited for the wedding party to start, they sat down in Alexander’s office and had a nice chat. As you can see, I finally tracked down a set of glass end tables to complete the furniture.
Quinoa’s dogs keep going into Alexander’s office and peeing on the floor. Bad dogs!
But also, I find this extremely funny, so I never punish them for it.
I guess I am part of the problem.
Isn’t this a beautiful setting for a wedding? And perfect timing too, with the sunset in the background. It’s exactly how I pictured it.
Too bad there was a big routing issue at the park, and the whole thing didn’t get underway until several hours later, when it was dark and raining and all but one of the guests had left, and that one guest insisted on standing right in the middle of the wedding arch as they exchanged rings.
If you have ever wondered what it’s like to play Sims 3, this is what it’s like. You spend weeks meticulously creating a pair of characters, boosting their relationship, proposing matrimony, setting up a wedding arch at a public park, only to have the whole thing get ruined because a bunch of Sims can’t figure out how to walk around a newspaper on the ground and it still makes you happy.
Also, Quinoa didn’t turn off his cell phone so naturally it went off right in the middle of their super-romantic, I-now-pronounce-you-husband-and-husband, you’ll-break-my-heart-one-day kiss.
But I couldn’t be mad, because this happened, too.