Phoebe's World X: Calm Before the Storm
Previously: Phoebe and Aahana got married, and it was without question the best day of their lives. Not even Jane's depression over her father's death or Melinda's unexpected display of jealousy could bring them down.
The temperatures around here have really taken a nosedive into arctic levels of coldness lately. I guess it's finally time to turn the thermostat up and stop trying to save money by having it set as low as possible. Wow, the Sims truly is just like real life.
Phoebe, while I appreciate your devotion to fitness, now is definitely not the time to be getting your yoga on outside, as evidenced by the fact that you were barely out there ten minutes and are already a lovely shade of corpse blue.
Phoebe: Oh God, it really is freezing. *shudders* I feel like I'll never be warm again.
Jane: I told you no to go out there, you idiot. It's deadly.
In other news, everyone's still getting promotions, although I feel like Phoebe's earnings are increasing exponentially faster than the others'. I guess social media really is the place to be.
Melinda: Whoever wins this round of darts gets to keep Phoebe, permanently.
Aahana: Well, I'm already married to her, so... But, sure, let me humor you a bit.
Aahana: Oh, I am really not good at this, am I? Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all.
Melinda: *evil cackle* Prepare to hand over your woman immediately!
Phoebe: It's okay, honey, you can't be good at everything. And, Melinda, we dated for literally two days when I was barely legal, so I think it's time you get over it now. There, I win! We stay married, and everybody's happy!
We should probably accept this invitation, huh? I feel bad for neglecting to realize that everyone besides Phoebe has a family, too, and Preston is all Jane's got left now of hers.
Willow: Oh my God, isn't Preston such a dreamboat?
Aahana: You guys are already friends, right? Why don't you just go over there and tell him you think so?
Willow: Ugh, no, I could never! Imagine the humiliation if he turns me down!
Phoebe takes it upon herself to start dropping suggestions that Preston and Willow should totally *wink-wink* "hang out" some time, since Willow is too shy to do it.
Willow: Heeeeeeeeeeyyyy! This isn't awkward at all!
You know, stomping around in a pile of trash like an absolute slob may not be the best way to leave a good impression, but you do you, girl.
Wow, I get that the whole trash thing is a turn-off, but this is just unnecessarily rude!
Jane: Screw your head on straight and listen to me, boy. This girl is a catch, and she will absolutely be the best thing to ever happen to you. Now tell her you're sorry and give her a fair chance!
Willow: Is this super-weird to anyone else, or is it just me? I feel like I'm being forced into an arranged marriage.
Preston actually took Jane's advice seriously and arrives in the middle of Willow's absolutely thrilling stand-up set to proffer her a rose he managed to magically procure from God knows where.
Ouch. He is roundly denied. It's not that she doesn't like him. It's just that she'd prefer they get together on their own terms rather than at the bidding of their big sisters. Also, he interrupted her comedy routine, which is pretty unforgivable.
Willow: Let me tell you, folks, it has been a night. I feel like a child bride being tossed like a hot potato from one potential suitor to the next.
*crickets*
If you were wondering why Melinda missed that particular adventure, she was out working (again), but at least she got a promotion. I'm getting kind of bored, though. When can she actually branch off into mixology? She doesn't want to be a cook, damn it!
Here's Shirley Temple making another break for it. She's definitely not been neglected, so I think she just occasionally likes to indulge her adventurous side. I'm not too worried.
Unfortunately, Aahana is pretty down in the dumps about her latest escape attempt, which makes me seem pretty callous for wanting to use this picture as an opportunity to show off how cute she looks in her work uniform.
Jane's been working more from home lately, which means visiting nearby food stands to review their cuisine.
Jane: Hello, yes, I need of one of everything STAT.
She takes her job very seriously, with a little notepad to jot her thoughts down on and everything. Although she might have a hard time reading her notes later if she keeps using her fork to write them.
For some reason, this guy is really angry about Jane snapping photos of her dish next to him. Is he anti-foodie? Is he a rival critic who's mad he didn't get the scoop on this place first? Is he secretly the owner of this stand who can sense from her face that her review won't be a glowing one? What is his deal?!?
Jane: Can't. Give. Up. Now. Must. Keep. Eating. And. Reviewing.
She's at it so late into the night (and clearly miserable with fullness) that the vendor closes up shop and heads out.
Once the last bite has finally been forced down, she has to go to the gym for a quick workout. Can't let all of those excess calories affect her figure, after all.
She's also had to start working on improving her cooking skills, since she can hardly critique others for theirs if she has no idea what she's doing. Melinda doesn't quite trust her yet, so she'll stick to making her own meals for now.
Shirley Temple is back, and with a tiny tempting present in her mouth! Is it going to be a dead rat? It's probably a dead rat.
Why so shy, little one? Come out from under the sofa and reacquaint yourself with your loving owners.
Phoebe, for one, couldn't be happier to see her again.
This was a lighter post by design. The next one is pretty heavy, so make of that what you will and brace yourselves for it.
The temperatures around here have really taken a nosedive into arctic levels of coldness lately. I guess it's finally time to turn the thermostat up and stop trying to save money by having it set as low as possible. Wow, the Sims truly is just like real life.
Phoebe, while I appreciate your devotion to fitness, now is definitely not the time to be getting your yoga on outside, as evidenced by the fact that you were barely out there ten minutes and are already a lovely shade of corpse blue.
Phoebe: Oh God, it really is freezing. *shudders* I feel like I'll never be warm again.
Jane: I told you no to go out there, you idiot. It's deadly.
In other news, everyone's still getting promotions, although I feel like Phoebe's earnings are increasing exponentially faster than the others'. I guess social media really is the place to be.
Melinda: Whoever wins this round of darts gets to keep Phoebe, permanently.
Aahana: Well, I'm already married to her, so... But, sure, let me humor you a bit.
Aahana: Oh, I am really not good at this, am I? Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all.
Melinda: *evil cackle* Prepare to hand over your woman immediately!
Phoebe: It's okay, honey, you can't be good at everything. And, Melinda, we dated for literally two days when I was barely legal, so I think it's time you get over it now. There, I win! We stay married, and everybody's happy!
We should probably accept this invitation, huh? I feel bad for neglecting to realize that everyone besides Phoebe has a family, too, and Preston is all Jane's got left now of hers.
Willow: Oh my God, isn't Preston such a dreamboat?
Aahana: You guys are already friends, right? Why don't you just go over there and tell him you think so?
Willow: Ugh, no, I could never! Imagine the humiliation if he turns me down!
Phoebe takes it upon herself to start dropping suggestions that Preston and Willow should totally *wink-wink* "hang out" some time, since Willow is too shy to do it.
Willow: Heeeeeeeeeeyyyy! This isn't awkward at all!
You know, stomping around in a pile of trash like an absolute slob may not be the best way to leave a good impression, but you do you, girl.
Wow, I get that the whole trash thing is a turn-off, but this is just unnecessarily rude!
Jane: Screw your head on straight and listen to me, boy. This girl is a catch, and she will absolutely be the best thing to ever happen to you. Now tell her you're sorry and give her a fair chance!
Willow: Is this super-weird to anyone else, or is it just me? I feel like I'm being forced into an arranged marriage.
Preston actually took Jane's advice seriously and arrives in the middle of Willow's absolutely thrilling stand-up set to proffer her a rose he managed to magically procure from God knows where.
Ouch. He is roundly denied. It's not that she doesn't like him. It's just that she'd prefer they get together on their own terms rather than at the bidding of their big sisters. Also, he interrupted her comedy routine, which is pretty unforgivable.
Willow: Let me tell you, folks, it has been a night. I feel like a child bride being tossed like a hot potato from one potential suitor to the next.
*crickets*
If you were wondering why Melinda missed that particular adventure, she was out working (again), but at least she got a promotion. I'm getting kind of bored, though. When can she actually branch off into mixology? She doesn't want to be a cook, damn it!
Here's Shirley Temple making another break for it. She's definitely not been neglected, so I think she just occasionally likes to indulge her adventurous side. I'm not too worried.
Unfortunately, Aahana is pretty down in the dumps about her latest escape attempt, which makes me seem pretty callous for wanting to use this picture as an opportunity to show off how cute she looks in her work uniform.
Jane's been working more from home lately, which means visiting nearby food stands to review their cuisine.
Jane: Hello, yes, I need of one of everything STAT.
She takes her job very seriously, with a little notepad to jot her thoughts down on and everything. Although she might have a hard time reading her notes later if she keeps using her fork to write them.
For some reason, this guy is really angry about Jane snapping photos of her dish next to him. Is he anti-foodie? Is he a rival critic who's mad he didn't get the scoop on this place first? Is he secretly the owner of this stand who can sense from her face that her review won't be a glowing one? What is his deal?!?
Jane: Can't. Give. Up. Now. Must. Keep. Eating. And. Reviewing.
She's at it so late into the night (and clearly miserable with fullness) that the vendor closes up shop and heads out.
Once the last bite has finally been forced down, she has to go to the gym for a quick workout. Can't let all of those excess calories affect her figure, after all.
She's also had to start working on improving her cooking skills, since she can hardly critique others for theirs if she has no idea what she's doing. Melinda doesn't quite trust her yet, so she'll stick to making her own meals for now.
Shirley Temple is back, and with a tiny tempting present in her mouth! Is it going to be a dead rat? It's probably a dead rat.
Why so shy, little one? Come out from under the sofa and reacquaint yourself with your loving owners.
Phoebe, for one, couldn't be happier to see her again.
This was a lighter post by design. The next one is pretty heavy, so make of that what you will and brace yourselves for it.