At last, all my hard work is complete. Meet my first child: Shelby.
My garden is about the only thing going my way. The other day I met two women who’d been out fishing. Both of them seemed fine…but after talking to them a bit. The first was “good” and we’re not doing that. I can’t stand how idealistic some sims get. They don’t get that it’s every sim for themselves.
The other…Brandy? I think was her name. I invited her over to see if she’d be a good baby mama. She’s dull. We both like art which is great, but that’s it. She’s a slob and that’s not someone who deserves to be a Pigglewiggle. And she really like classic art while I like more modern stuff. We really didn’t click. So my quest for a family is still stalled.
At least I have Shelby.
Luthor is proving not to be a complete ididiot. He’s heading off on daily trips to space. I keep hoping he’ll bring back those cool space plants all the gardeners rave about. Or maybe die in a fire. Nah – space plants would be best.
Ivy’s had a big party for her adult birthday. Nevermind that I never got one. She invited everyone she knew. . .
Which actually wasn’t a bad idea, it gave me the chance to meet a bunch of new sims. A few of which might be worth pursuing. Alivia was the best of the bunch and she seemed receptive. Picking up what I was putting down.
I’ll have to invite her back for a one on one. She’s very voluptuous and elegant although she is an older woman so I may have to move fast.
Of course that means we have the household limits to deal with. At least I have Shelby.