Gorgeous Girls

      Angeline, as much as she dearly loves her kids, has been growing weary of waiting for another guy to get her pregnant. She needs to get back in the dating game, and fast -- there's only so much time left for her, even for a Sim -- and the household can only hold one more baby before hitting eight total Sims.

      The day begins with her two teenagers and four kids waking up for another chaotic breakfast session:

"I'm so hungry I'll even eat the mixing bowl."

      After dealing with a piling mountain of lettuce pieces, blueberry pie crumbs and white bread crusts, Aaron decided to give his overworked mom some appreciation, and a boost to the Charisma skill.

His neck must hurt like a mofo.

       The school bus pulls up to the house to pack in the army of Holland kids, and for the first time since she began the 100 BC, Angeline is in the house completely alone. And I will not stand for that!!

    Unlike our previous, flakier victims, Mr. Finley shows up on time in a spiffy Mr. Rogers sweater vest and dreadlocks based on the BDSM lifestyle.

"My thought bubbles are up here."

  
      Conrad, thankfully, is not as discerning with his taste in women.

      Immediately after kicking him out of the house, Angie proceeded to work some more on her novel:

       Aaron got onto the honor roll, too!

       He finally can get his young adult birthday notification celebration!!!

      With Aaron finally reaching EAxis' favorite life stage, he can finally leave the nest and start his life:

And move back into the old house.

     Goodbye, Baby #1! You served your time well. His mom had a really weird want relating to him leaving . . .

Not sure if projecting or nausea.

     Babies #2 - 6 sure aren't ready to fly the coop, though. Danny even invited a little friend of his!

She's the one who clashes horribly with this world.

    Now, since Angie finally recognized her pregnancy -- 

   -- I'm going to speed along for the next two days, because outside of Christopher's teen birthday, abso-freakin'-lutely nothing of note happened. 

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                                                FINALLY.