Howdy readers! Lately it’s been harder to update, now that my position at work has changed to something where I’m not at a desk all day. Not that I would use work time to do sims stuff or anything…..anyway…..we open up this chapter with Sara, once again left at home all alone with a houseful of hungry, smelly kids while Kurtis runs off to work. I didn’t take any pictures because seriously, do they need any more ammunition against their marriage? Nope.
In the midst of taking care of Amnesia, Sara completely forgets her daughter in favor of scolding her oldest son for…something. We’ll find out in a minute.
“Move it, kid, your rude thought bubble is in my way.” (Random kid is Nigel, bee tee dubs, and he came home with Al.)
“Hmmm…I’ve never done this before…I’m not sure where to start…”
“Oh well, may as well just jump right in! YELL!! YELLING IN SIMLISH!! WAVING OF THE ARMS IN ANGER!!!”
“What?! What did I do, please don’t hit me!!”
“I DON’T KNOW, WE’RE JUST GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL YOU GET A NEGATIVE MOODLET AS A RESULT OF THIS SCOLDING TO FIND OUT AND OF COURSE I WON’T HIT YOU, EA WOULD NEVER ALLOW THAT!!”
“There. How’d I do?”
“Uh, person person MINUS, duh!”
“Whatever, kid, go take a time out….what is it I’m punishing you for, anyway?”
“Bad grades. And by the way, that wish I just had to hang out with you? Consider it CANCELLED.”
“In your dreams, shortstop. Only real Sara can cancel a wish, and she won’t because this is a wishacy, so ‘duh’ yourself.”
“Oh please, you’re so Sims 2, Mother. It’s my hot body and I do what I want!”
“He can’t do that, right?”
‘Fraid so, Sara. He disappeared a wish to hang out with you even though I locked it in. Alopecia’s magic.
Shouldn’t you be in a corner somewhere…?
“Are you kidding me? I love the OUTDOORS. Ain’t no corner on this lot big enough to handle all this, know what I’m saying?”
…not really, no.
“Mama still forgot me, didn’t she?”
….looks like it.
“Why I always forgotten?” ::sadface::
I don’t know…it started out as a joke, but now it just seems sad…
For once, Amnesia’s not the only kid forgotten in the Simptoms house at the mo’; that kid Nigel’s been ignored the whole time he’s been here so he’s just chilling with the cats.
“Me can haz treat yes?”
“I want to scratch that.”
“Aww, here little kitty, have this cat treat I just happen to be carrying around in my pocket for just such an occasion!”
“YAS YAS YAS!!”
“I’m going to scratch that.”
“All right!! I’m now better friends with this cat then the kid I came home with…”
“I am scratching this.”
“THE SENSATION OF FABRIC RIPPING BENEATH MY CLAWS….THE ABSOLUTE POWER OF UTTER WANTON DESTRUCTION…..IT IS GLORIOUS!!!”
“Seriously, where did that kid even go?”
“I need new friends. The ones I have are all garbage.”
No, kid, YOU’RE garbage! Open your freaking eyes; who do you think you are, French Stewart? Consider yourself out of the spouse running, Nigel.
“But….I like the cat….here, is this better?”
TOO FREAKING LATE, NIGEL! You were the weakest link. Good-bye.
So. Yeah. That’s all I’ve got for now, guys. In fact, I haven’t actually gotten to play since early May, and, although I’ve been trying to drag out what pictures I took then to last as long as possible, I no longer have enough left for even the semblance of an update. But anyway, when I DO come back, be prepared for:
AND EVEN MOAR STUFF AND THINGS!!!!!!!!
OR MAYBE NONE OF THOSE THINGS!!!!!!