I Play Sims 2 (part3)

I see you're wearing your job search kimono - and not a moment too soon, we'll be needing more money for a bigger place.

That's it - the very morning you move into the new house, shove that hand in the dirt and find a man in a sweater to date.

I'm sure if you tried, you could move faster.

Yes, I know. Too much grilled cheese can be binding.

Well, at least Geneva didn't let a floor baby disturb her brunch.

It's good that you're hosing her down, though. Let's call her Maura.

No need to look thoroughly depressed, I'm sure she'll eventually grow some hair.

Why the hell is everyone so bummed out? You have a nice, mature, child's bun now, Maura. Cheer up.

Ah, pretty pretty teenaged Maura. People might almost forget I named you terribly.

*sigh* Only a Maura would dance like that.

Melissa, you're old! What will you do with yourself now?

I'm not sure messing around with that lamp is a groovy idea.

"Fuck this shit" is exactly the stance I would have taken. You're a smart old lady.

Maura. Sounds like a cow mooing "Laura".

Yeah, I just now realized it, too.

Hey, there's a guy in a hat hanging around, have you met him yet?

Oh, I see you have. It seems like just mere minutes ago you didn't even exist.

Now Melissa is dead?! You can't even pass out drunk without all sorts of shit going down.

Yes, Geneva - I'm aware of you.

I Play Sims 2 (part4)
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