My Sim is engaged to be married to a music talent scout named Stiles McGraw.  (“Dis McGraw es fredeshay!”)  Whether that will actually happen is somewhat debatable, because he still lives in a three-room house with two windows, no computer, barely enough money for food, and he just aged up into a mature adult.  He spends far more time playing his guitar in the park (it’s to advance the skill for his lifetime goal of becoming a movie score composer) than he does talking to his boyfriend or really doing anything remotely productive.  Also, all he ever eats is waffles and mac and cheese.  Still, the house is right on the cove at the far end of Redwood Parkway, and the view of the lighthouse is to die for.

Now you know why I haven’t posted much on here today.