Simoleons Ahoy!

     I'm going to be totally honest here - this chapter is quasi-filler, quasi-important -- it's filportant. The important parts are that one of Aaron's toddler skills fulfilled, and the crazy events involving the Holland's current Simoleon fund. It goes up and down more than Wall Street stocks. Bear with me, the next chapter will be way better.

     Aaron, now a man toddler ready to take on the world, decides to celebrate his birthday by mutilating Mr. Fangston a little bit.

     His mother had more pressing matters to attend to, however, such as sending break up texts and gardening her pixelated butt off:

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy /  But forget my number /  I already have your baby."

And we FINALLY got some money.

   Shortly after gardening, Angeline finally became nauseous, and had a wish to potty train her little Aaron -- only to run off and use the grown up potty.

    Angie also wanted this definite maybe:

  And proceeded to dream about one she'll never have:

Making Jack Limb your boyfriend was enough of a project. No way you're getting hitched.

  Morning time, and potty training awaits. Angeline has a brief talk with Aaron, though. A serious talk.

"Enjoy the last two days of only childhood."

    After much potty grinding, Angeline's wish came true! Which, in turn, made her reflect on life, with typical exaggerated Sim disgust. I was surprised by how old Aaron was, however.

"And I'm going to have how many kids?"

Damn, the boy is one smart cookie.

    Angeline quickly went into Harvest Moon mode again and racked up some more Simoleons for the house, and then chatted with Marilyn Manson Lucien Hyde about his cosmetic choices. 

"Seriously man, lighten up on the mascara."

 Meanwhile -- 

                                                              .  .  .

     super pissed.

     Luckily, our heroine had not gardened for the day, and we did manage to recoup some of the money we had to pay --

     Never mind. Angeline wanted a xylophone for Aaron, leaving us with $329. You know what? I need a pick-me-up after the double bombs that dropped on us today. Take it away, curious toddler!!

"Still tastes better than Mom's cooking."

    Anyway, after finishing up with gardening, she went to the bathroom to --

                                                          .  .  .


    ultra pissed.