Getting Old

  GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 8

       Angeline isn't going to lie -- she's excited to get some action for perhaps one last time! This guy, Todd Landgraab, seems like a rich  nice enough man. Let's hope there's some last minute fireworks, guys.

      The meeting starts off great, with Angeline's Observant lifetime reward helping out a lot. Bye, tedious conversations!

      And then he vanishes into thin air for a good three seconds and returns as an old man. No joke.

It's like he's a reverse phoenix.

     Angie wants a new fridge to compensate for her lost time. Fair enough.

     Chris is even nice enough to cook for his mom to cheer her up! Thanks, kiddo -- I'll make your life a little easier too!

Well, OK, it'll make everyone's life a little easier.

 

     The next morning shows some promise in the field of educating and nurturing children. Chris fixed the boiler at school for some better grades and cash, and Danny and Emma stay out of Angie's hair for a little while longer:

    I think I know who Angie seems to prefer out of her twin girls:

     Really, within the span of two Sim hours, Angeline rolled wants related only related to Heather -- teaching her to walk, talk, go potty, and growing up well. As for Gwen?

Fighting consciousness by playing with her werewolf, Claws.

       After putting Gwen in her crib and Heather in a playpen, Angie pulled out her laptop and wrote until her bladder was really full fingers fell off -- 

     Huh?

FINALLY.

     Heather is clearly destined to grow up as a genius Sim:

"First my playpen, then the WORLD."

    Anyway, time to age up our Baby No. 2 and boot him out, like any good parent.

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        If only there was a modeling career in Sims 3. Alas, another bird flies the coop, out into the scary area of real life . . .  Angeline still has six other chicks to feed, though. How about some sushi prepared by a first-timer?

Thankfully the poisoning was minimal.

        Oh, yeah, Gwen learned how to make her mom's life a little easier.

       Brad isn't the only one getting old, either. Time for another makeover, this time a more hairy one. Do I spy some greys?

    Before our aging herione goes ape-poop over some crows' feet, she got abducted by aliens that DIDN'T IMPREGNATE HER  INCONSIDERATE JERKS.

       (Also today's my 20th birthday. Getting old, myself.)