Anise clothes are cute, but she seems like one of those 'girls'. 
I do miss the clothing customization from Sims 3. Anise still manages to have a good enough style though.
Just got caught up -- best wedding in TS4, and I love Jynx's voice.
I was crying during that wedding from the giggle hiccups
Oooo, love Anise. So wickedly funny.
She's her mother's daughter.
What a challenging assortment of sims you've gathered under the Ghastly roof.
Kudos on recognizing how hawt Alberto would be under that frumpy gardening outfit, lol.
Constantly laughing at how Jed lingers (uselessly) at the fringes of your narrative.
Loving this story!
Effing Jed. I'm still not sure how he ended up in the household. I'm tempted to call it a glitch, but it was most likely my fault.
"No wonder you're hovering at a B. You do your homework like an imbecile. I already told you, back to front makes it so much easier."
The moment I fell in love with Anise! Wonderful update, Tilia 
I was really tempted to just caption one of those images, "It's Lev-i-OH-sa, not Lev-io-SAH."
A Tilia story!!!! --bounces up and down-- So great to see you back writing a Dynasty! Oh I love Jynx and this mad cast of characters!
Yay! Welcome aboard
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Sure, the hammer's backwards and he's the one who broke it in the first place, but at least Jed tries to make it right. He was visibly saddened by Anise's sobs.
Good job, Jed. The important thing is you tried. And that I can afford a new one.
Little Thorny's birthday rolled around with a bang. Here I am chugging orange juice while trying to hide my fragile state of health to get that gold medal birthday prize. Have you heard the one about the groomsman and the bonfire?
Oh, come back Liberty. You're so touchy, I swear. It's not like it stopped your wedding, you were just short one crispy groomsman.
Anyway, little man blew out the candles on one of Alfie's gourmet cakes. No more hamburgers until he reaches level 10, sadly. We told the kid he could wish for anything he wanted. He took that proposal very, very seriously.
Boom, new bedroom and a gym. He really wanted a gym. That other bedroom is Jed's. I really did make him a basement troll, but with a staircase to escape from at will.
Welcome to the most awkward years of your life, Thorn-man.
Meanwhile Anise tasted everything at the party. Plate by plate. I told her she's going to get fat if she keeps it up and she said "Mom, have you looked at your own butt lately?"
She has a little suitor, a doughy little dude with a simpering disposition. He hovers around Thorny when she ditches him, which Thorny tolerates in solemn silence.
Refusing to comment on the limp wrists and weird, high-pitch lilt. Definitely wears on him though.
Alfie has really come around to being a dad. He hates kids, but he loves the one that belongs to him, which is enough for me.
"Want a story, buttercream?"
"Dad, that's a recipe for gnocchi!"
"I know! Let's read it together and figure out how it can improve."
Thorny does well in high school. His best friend is the Goth kid. I forget his name a lot, so I just call him Jawline.
"You cheated, I saw you!"
"I'm just smarter and older than you, Ans."
"It's
Anise! And you're not, you're dumb
and a bad cheat."
"Well, at least I'm handsome."
"Agh."
It's cute, isn't it? Predictable as it is. Sadly, a bunch of "you're gonna die soon" notices came up for the other adults in the house.
"My heart," complained muttonchops.
"Yeah, but when we're dead we don't have to help with eventual grandkids!" Alfie enlightened him.
"No grandkids, mm."
So, we made as many batches of ambrosia as we could and they're kept in an inaccessible room in the basement until it's time to get them.
And for all his tough talk, he spent a lot of his final days with Anise.
"Remember what I told you, buttercream?"
"Never use margarine."
"And?"
"Sage or cumin. Never both"
"And what else?"
"And you love me."
"I do."
He died on a Sunday afternoon. Here's the respectful mourning shot where my heart is being ripped in two.
And here's what it was actually like:
My mean spirited best friend left me a gift while I was at work that night.
Did you know that sims cry in their sleep when they are heartbroken? Because I do. I cried all night long. That's not very funny, is it? I suppose not.
Jed and Muttonchops went next. At exactly the same time on the morning of Anise's teen birthday. We had to cancel the party.
It really put a damper on Anise's teen birthday. I tried my best.
But you know how it is.
No crowd is tougher than yourself when you're depressed. That's why you gotta just take a breath, turn the mic back on, and remember that it's not over until it's over. And you gotta keep going. No matter what.
