Rinse, Repeat

       Angeline starts the day off right by waking up with horrible contractions. However, since we cannot hire a babysitter, Angie's going to have to sit tight and give birth to the baby sans sterile environments and nurses.

At least Aaron is out like a candle.

     Ahhh, progression in a 100 baby challenge. Isn't it wonderful? Say hello to baby #2, Bradley Holland, who needs a crib and teddy bear, badly. Looks like we'll need to sell some stuff around the house . . .

The baby daddies have a nice bed to lay on.

Apologies for messing up the positions!

     To be perfectly honest, Aaron is growing older and wiser by the day. He'll need a room of his own -- which means his crib is where the love seat used to be.

"At least I don't have to see and hear WooHoo every 3 days!"

He's young. The metal scars'll heal quick.

   
     Angeline, however, isn't feeling too great today. Besides having a baby, I mean. I totally get where she's coming from; it'd be nice if she can go WooHoo in other men's houses instead of dragging them to her insanely small house.

   Them's the breaks, thought. Until Aaron becomes a teenager AHEM. Speaking of Aaron getting older and wiser . . .

     Meanwhile ---

                                                           .  .  .

"Dave, I'm so happy you realized the bed's always open!"

     Oh yeah, we're still broke.

Got it right this time.

     David arrives fairly quickly, wearing something moronic even by his standards:

"If you like it like that, I won't judge . . ."

      But then he quickly realizes his real motive for calling and visiting - to be fruitful and to multiply. Still can't believe it took Angeline this long to get that reputation, by the way.

                                                                .  .  .

Jingle! And then we finally kicked David out of our lives!!!

"Never liked you anyway!"

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.

Wondrous WooHoo

     The crushing feeling of being denied by two different men in the same day will not deter Angeline from pumping out as many kids as Sim-anly possible. "David just needs to take his bipolar meds, and Jack just wants a hotter beard," our heroine had reasoned as she went to sleep. Mayyyybe she should write a love letter, first thing in the morning, just to play it safe.

"Hey David.  Ever wonder what it's like to make up your damn mind for once?"

     But we should mix it up a little bit, while we're waiting on the obligatory David snub. Angeline did meet two other men at the Deserted Gymnasium, after all. These handsome fellows, in fact:

A Hot Topic employee and Marilyn Manson's long lost twin.

       Thankfully, the employee Cedrick Winchester was on break and happily obliged while Manson Lucien Hyde was too busy corrupting the local youth:

     Meanwhile, Angie went to pay bills when --

                                      .  .  .

   'kay. better.

    Meanwhile, Angie went to pay bills when our lovely victim date showed up for the evening. He was a dapper man, what with his white top hat, Little Mermaid knockoff hair, blue makeup, spiked choker, and zebra stripes.

"You'd better not blow all your child support on $25 Nine Inch Nails tees."

                        
Well. This calls for drastic measures:

"If you'll GTFO of my life."

Struttin' like a nerdy John Travolta.

 By drastic measures, I mean "ask Jack to go steady", which, surprisingly, he accepted.

"Alright, now we can WooHoo like social bunnies."

     So, Jack gets a ride, Angie gets a baby. Isn't bargaining so romantic? At least Angie has a new tax shelter.

"The baby is your payment."

     Thankfully, Aaron got a gift for his patience whilst Mom and Jack were working out some kinks:

"Yay, actual clothes."

Baby Blues

     Shortly after her water broke, Angeline scurried along to the hospital, prepared to have her very first baby. Since it takes two to make one baby, who else to show up for this momentous occasion but . . .

A reluctant baby daddy!

      Awkward. Never mind that, though -- let's have this kid already!

Awww, he looks just like neither parent.

I'm sorry, but Nate's on and off feelings for Angie will never not be hilarious.

     Welcome to the wonderful world of motherhood, Angie! It's going to be a long ride. And what are we going to do to celebrate this new, important phase in life?

"Hey David. My body is ready."

    Oh, wait. Angeline, you have a far more important man in your life. And plants. Get to it! Rinse and repeat for the next day.  On day two, however, our heroine has grown lonely and wants another baby already some adult conversation.

He wet himself after this, cried, got changed, cried, was snuggled, cried, was put to bed, and then cried.

   So we invited David Bowie Ziggfield for dinner and a show. (Don't worry, I moved the crib downstairs.) It was going well, until Dave insisted on holding Aaron hostage from getting a good night's sleep. 

"Babe, I think you'd be a big fan of Labyrinth."

    And then went on to say Angeline sucks and so does her dating skills.

     In an act of desperation for some lovin', Angeline headed on over to her next door neighbor's house. In the rain. Without hiring a babysitter. Then she answered her cell phone.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

      If you looked up "bipolar" in a dictionary, you'd see a picture of this guy. So you know what? I said "No, your bulge is freaky." Jack was kind enough to stay outside and flirt in the rain with Angeline, with Aaron chilling out on the damp, old, wooden porch.

     It was going well until Angie leaned in for a kiss, and then something else totally awesome happened. 

"Let's get one thing straight. I'm not."

      
Seriously, who says Sims in TS3 don't have emotions?!