In Which We Enlist the Aid of ChildrenSo using Agnes’ generous fortune, I threw together a kitchen that just happened to have a house attached to it. I’m quite proud of the deck. I’ve been wanting to build one of those for a while.
Then it was time for everyone’s favorite at-home play-along game; Takin’ the Hagness Out of The Agnes!
For some reason, I decided that Agnes should be shrouded in purple. I think it gives her a very youthful look. I like to call her Everyday outfit “the 90s Mom look,” because when I was a kid in the 90s, my mom used to wear jeans and sandals a lot. She wasn’t big on spaghetti straps, though.
Skillin’:
While Drizzelda was off making people uncomfortable at the library, I had Agnes call up the Social Services to place an order for a strong girl child. I know that a lot of the time a good number of you actually bother having your lady housemates go out and get a boyfriend and all of that time-consuming brouhaha, but I’m too impatient to sit through the useless baby/toddler stage, and adopted children last a lot longer than the poor sap of an adult you’ve managed to scam into your household that day. I call this week’s Clumsy, Grumpy, and Genius model of Voluntold Child Helper “Darleena.” Isn’t she cute?
After a round through the dresser and mirror:
The only thing I don’t like about haulin’ in kids is that if you want to choose their traits when they age up, they have to do really good in school, and I have the same complaint with sim school that I have with real world school; she’s just spent five hours locked up in that building. Why are you sending her home with five hours of homework? It pretty much renders skilling to a weekend thing.
Drizzelda took her arrival subjectively well.
Drizzelda: “I’M YOUR AUNTIE DRIZZY! OOGABOOGABOOGABOO!”
Darleena: *thinking* “Welp, there goes the childhood. It’s gone now. Goodbye.”
Darleena later got back at ‘Tee Drizz by planting a whoopee cushion in the couch. Her look of . . .
something is priceless. (Seriously, my ability to distinguish human emotions is limited, what IS that?)
But then they were cool after that. Drizzelda even read Darleena a bedtime story!
Drizzelda: “And that’s when my Great, Great Grandfather said, ‘Who’s that trip-trapping over my bridge?’”
Darleena: “Does this story have a happy ending?”
Drizzelda: “Of course not. The goats win.”
