You linked me!! I'm so honored :=) Nice update. I dig those crazy self-aware Sims :=)
Gotta let people know who I'm talking about
Seriously, doesn't it look like him? I know it's not, but still...
I've been playing voraciously (despite many snags and a pause to finish my Building Contest entry) and so I have to update voraciously as well in a futile attempt to catch up.
Chapter 43: The Family GrowsWaylon Wolff: That skirt is much too short, and the shoes don't match the formality of the outfit.
Vervain: Oh yeah? Well, I didn't want to date you anyway! Loser!
V: Ugh, school on no sleep...good thing Dad's such a great alchemist.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, our latest acquisition: the famous Pregnant Lady on Bicycle.
(This cracks me up)
Lucky: Boy, sure seems like you're working all the time now. No time for old friends like Lucky.
V: I'm sorry, Lucky, but I can't pillow fight with you until I finish tending the garden. These plants are really important to my mom.
Lucky (mumbling): So why doesn't she take care of them then?
V: I heard you! Because I'm here to help, okay?
R: Hey, thanks for coming over to do homework, Gator! Maybe after this you can take a bath, 'cause you kind of stink.Yep, Rose, that's how you make friends and flirt with boys. Good job.
R: I'm not going to flirt with Gator! Ewww! He's my best friend!
Fine, whatever you say.
V: Ugh, can't do my homework in here, little boys are annoying.
V: Just remembered, prom is coming up! Hmm, who should I take?
R: Yay, Daddy made me firecracker shrimp, my favourite!Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart.
R: Oh, I intend to.
Gator: Ha ha, you've got steam coming out your ears!
R: Shut up, Gator. You sort of earned that one.
V: I can't wait until I can fish on public lots at night! I'd love to see a beautiful unicorn!
R: Are you talking to me, yourself, or an imaginary friend?
V: Not to you.
R: Fine. I'll be going then.
Are you going into labour or dancing? I can't tell!
Marjorie: Oh why did I ever get married?Because someone made you. Oh, and you're in love.
M: But...marriage!So, not labour, then. Right.
Z: So you see, Rosebud, it's really not necessary to add to your book report that you thought the ending was 'completely predictable' and that the character of Ramona was 'a nice start, but woefully underdeveloped.'
R: I suppose so, if you say so, Daddy. But really, I thought she could have been great. I wish Ms Cleary spent a little more time focusing on her motivations and explaining everything a bit better. Her . . .
Z (no longer listening): Oh, boy. 
And now, I present to you . . .
Purple fire. Because purple fire is awesome.
Ugh, there's that nightgown again. I like it, I mean, I made it, but it really doesn't suit you at all. And the
tights just do not go.
M: Hmm. Thought I felt something.
M: Oooh! There it is!
There you go, Zack. That's a good way to parent. Throw glass bottles at your children.
And then sit in the broken glass remains to tutor him. Seems safe.
M: Yeah, still having a baby here.Sorry, focus back on you.
Aaaannnd, it a faeboo ladies and gentlemen! The third one so far. I am developing a theory that children are prone to the mother's life state. It's also a girl, but that's not nearly as exciting.
Actually, it's a big source of drama. Zack had a wish for a boy, so I intended for Marjorie to have another boy and then stop. Instead, she had Hazel. I was torn between being glad to use the name and mad at Hazel for not being a boy because I was exhausted!
Poor Hazel. But she is a greenboo! Finally!
Z: Is it a boy?
M: No, I'm sorry.
Z: Sorry? You just had a nooboo! This is a miracle of life! Never mind about that wish.
Z: Daddy loves his Hazelnut.
