Emma: I'm excited!
Me: Of course you are. This blog is all about you.
Emma: As it should be. I'm well worth writing about.
Me: I agree. Now shall we get to it?
When we last left our intrepid heroine, she had babies on the brain. But there's only one problem.
Emma: Oh no! What is it?
Me: You're single! You need a man to have those babies with! Or a woman. I have that mod. And really, you're young, you should work on your career first. You still haven't taken that writing class yet. Do you want to achieve your lifetime wish?
Emma: <sighes>Okay, okay...I'll put my career first. For now. But I'm going to go out and meet some eligible men.
And so off Emma goes to work. And nothing really happens, but I do make an improvement or two on the old homestead. See?
Emma: Ooh! Ooh! Is it walls?
An Easel! |
Me: Walls cost money. Paint me a few pictures to sell and we'll talk walls.
Emma: <sighes overdramatically> FINE.
Me: All in good time, Emms. All in good time.
Emma: Don't call me Emms!
So Emma goes to work, goes to the library, and she finally gets around to taking that writing class.
Emma: See? I told you I'd do it.
Emma rolled a wish to write a science fiction novel. Good choice!
Emma: Thank you. I'm going to call it A Sciency Science Fiction Novel. It will be a masterpiece. If people will stop interrupting me.
Labor! |
Emma: I know! And I was in the zone too! It was SO ANNOYING. And EVERYONE was freaking out! I mean, people go in to labor every day. It's not like it's unusual.
Me: Emma, don't be modest, you were actually helpful...sort of.
Helpful much? |
Me: I think you just wanted the positive moodlet.
Emma: Well, that part was nice. But I really was trying to help.
Me: I know, I know. And because you did such a good deed, I've got a surprise for you.
Emma: Really?!? What is it?
Walls! |
Me: Because the bathroom is indoors. Don't you want privacy when you're using the bathroom.
Emma: Not really. It's not like I have the never nude trait. See?
Definitely not modest |
Me: Too bad, you're stuck with these.
Emma:<sighes>
Me: You sigh a lot. Are you sure you don't have the dramatic trait?
Emma: Hmph! I'm sure. And I can't believe you just said that. You're seriously rude!
Me: And you're seriously just going to have to deal with sleeping outside
Emma: <sighes even louder for dramatic effect> Fine....
Me: I mean it.
Emma: .........
Me: Oh, so now you're not speaking to me?
Emma:......
Me: Whatever. I'm moving on now.
Emma:........
Watching Tori Kimura give birth made Emma want a family even more. She is a family-oriented sim after all. So Emma set out to meet a man.
The Perfect Way to Meet That Someone Special
Umm, Emma what are you doing? I thought you set out to meet a man.
Emma: I don't have to justify my actions to you!
Me: I thought you weren't speaking to me.
Emma: Darn! Well that's just too hard. I'm just going to sit here and glare at you angrily.
Me: That still doesn't answer the question of why you're digging through a trash can.
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