1.2.
previously, the Doyles had babies, Tommy was a jackass to everyone, and there is another baby in the works. oh happy day. this update is much longer than the last, because so much happens ALL AT ONCE. i can't believe i stayed up this late making this post. SO. ADDICTING.
Charlie: Pay attention to me! *needy*
Mary-Anne is beginning to think that perhaps contraceptives aren't made from the devil after all. *has mini panic attack*
Charlie: Look at me dad. Dad. Look at me. Dad. Daddy. Dad. Daaaaaad. Dadadadada-
Tommy: Do you hear that Danny? That is the depressing sound of FAILURE AND LAME.
Tommy: I just remembered that I hate you, Danny.
Danny: Seriously? WTH.
Tommy: SICKBURN!
Johnny: I am going to stab your face while you sleep.
yep. that is the man you married, torturing your children in the next room.
cake numbs the pain. *angst eating FTW*
it was time for Danny's birthday, and the little dude is all excited. he must get that from his mother.
Danny got his dad's brown hair and his mom's brown eyes. he went immediately into the room and started playing with the dolls for some social. poor kids.
Tommy: I am thinking that perhaps that you should come over this-a-way for some sweet lovin'.
Danny: So. Awkward.
she rolled for moar babies, so i figured they'd better get on with it. as if i didn't have enough to deal with. pfeh.
rejection FTL.
Johnny looks just like his mother, and does the I LOVE COLORING face like she does too. he is super psyched about his birthday, man.
he looks like a Jonas brother. i changed his look soon after, but didn't take a proper picture of it until much later. i don't know why, i think i forgot to >.> *teen angst*
MOAR CAKE. because MOAR.
times are a-changin'. now that Johnny is a teenager, it's crested into the early 50's and Tommy is SO HAPPY about it.
Tommy: Screw this art deco crap! I want a dishwasher and some linoleum, motherbitches!
AW YISS! Mary-Anne gets a washer and dryer. she was super excited and leaped about clapping her hands for an hour or so. excitable sims are so... speshul.
Charlie had his birthday, finally. so many toddlers and babies in the house. my god.
Danny: CAKE! GIEV!!!!!!!!!!!!
Charlie is a Buddy Holly fan, apparently >.>
Charlie: This rocket toy is SO BOSS.
*pop* omg, dirty toilet. bleh. let's hope she has a girl this time!
well, it was high time i built them a house that would withstand the 50's and 60's combined so i didn't have to redecorate so often. i found this 1951 Aladdin Readi-cut Home and decided it would more than do.
Mary-Anne has a new stove, and a dishwasher, and some shiny new linoleum. Danny approves.
Tommy: When was the last time I ridiculed Charlie? *aboutzeropointfiveseconds*
Tommy: You are the mailman's son, ya little four-eyed bastard.
Charlie: Have you not heard of a toothbrush, dad. DAYUM.
I FEEL PRETTY! OH SO PRETTY! Johnny's totally bitchin' new threads. look out ladies! he might give you his PIN. *poodle skirts ripping*
what is it with this family and cake? i mean, seriously. does your mother never cook proper meals without a bag of sugar in it?
Tommy: Hey Danny boy! Wanna-
Danny: F U dickhead, i am gonna go play with my blocks. You suck.
Tommy was feeling all 'Dadsy' and asked to play catch with Johnny, who like an idiot agreed.
Tommy: *winds up*
*PUNT*
Johnny: SON OF A -
Charlie: *is bestowed with wealth, good luck, and prosperity*
*strut*
Johnny, you have far too much of your father in you.
you'd think after three of them she wouldn't be surprised anymore.
DRATS! another BOY D:
he was named Jack Doyle, and Tommy got more points for me to spend on making him not so much of a pain in my ass. Mary-Anne, you need to stop it with the Y chromosomes. perhaps i should feed her less cake next time and invest in some watermelons >.>
next: another birthday, another pregnancy, and *le gasp* Johnny spittin' game.