A building soon miraculously appears, by the work of my own hand.
Alon Livingston delivers the newspaper almost cheerfully, even fighting past zombies to get his job
The newspaper consists of careers in Medical, Law, and Oceanography fields. Only the first of
which can Hands even take; however, it isn't what I want for him. If he and his descendants are to
survive without much help from me, there's going to have to be a more strengthening aid than
showers, changing tables, and litter boxes.
As soon as the fridge is purchased, Hands steals one of his favourite treats from the fridge. I wasn't
going to waste a command to make him do something else to stop it – unless it was a forbidden food.
It just means he'll go hungry the remainder of the day until midnight. All for the sake of a bag of
As Hands tosses out his now finished bag of cookies, a few guests drop by for a visit.
The welcome group consists of Talin Deppiesse, La Shawn Cameron, and Sue (my simself). Despite
there actually being at this time eight simselves in this neighbourhood, I get to be the only one to
Sorry about the plumbbob's in some of these pictures, I wish there was a hack that would just be rid
of them completely so I didn't have to keep trying to remember to turn them off. It's extra annoying
with my new computer, because it shows quite a bit more up top in the picture that it does while play
the game since it's a very wide screen.
No, no television. Not in your lifetime I'm sure at least.
Apparently the penguin thinks that this snowman, was hit by a baseball. He does have a lot of
theories, usually about criminals, handcuffs, and peace though.
Hands finally takes on his desired career, he starts off as a Scatmaster on Monday.
The low environmental score of the room in general is bad enough, but with a clogged up toilet it is
down right unbearable to watch Hands suffering. If it wasn't for that it would probably never get
With the now constant job that Hands has, he gets a car to fix up – eventually.
Tuesday brings phone usage. Hands talks to a few of his nearly friends to drive up the friendship to
hopefully last for the rest of the week.
Days later, I finally remember the whole point of lifting Natural Science. Christy ought to at least do
a bit better in that manner, even if it does almost nothing to the stink factor. Being that both Christy
and Hands have low points for neatness, their hygiene never gets out of the red. I see trouble ahead
for their offspring. Oh, which, by the way, was just conceived after trying daily for a few days.
But it won't be long before he gets a second try.
Ouch! He doesn't know when to quit and leave. This goes on all day. More Sims to kick the trash
It's soooo weird, Christy's hair. That sure isn't the hair that she had before she went into her first
Hands greets Jo. He is losing friends fast and needs more to help out his suffering, stuggling wife.
Outside! What were you doing outside that you had to be in your underwear for?!
A baby girl is born. She was given the name Turn Off. She has the same genetics as both her
parents. I obviously didn't think about variety when I chose Christy to be Hands wife.
Speaking of wife, I just realized something. I've never married Christy and Hands. Oh dear, that
means their descendants won't be named Off. Well just pretend I did, okay?
Hands doesn't seem to mind though, or perhaps senility is starting to set in already.
And I will leave you off with this. Hands stealing the families meal. Though he now has a child to
think of, and another on the way, he sure doesn't seem to care that he is consuming the entirety of the
families food. Christy is pregnant and very hungry!
Thanks for reading.