The Greens v2.0 - Generation 8.7
Previously: Foster became a badass, he also had a date with Linda Blair, Erscilla (that's Sutherland's new gurlfrand, y'all >.>) spent a lot of time hanging around and then my life exploded a little so I didn't get to post an update last week. Oh well. BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. ...or better late than back on indefinite hiatus? Either works.
So, welcome to a typical morning in the Greens hosuehold.
Ridley: Mwahahahaha!
...I have no idea.
Ridley: And then, when you're all grown up, you can be my right-hand girl.
Rausch: SWEET!
You might want to do something about this, Rosie. ...or at least do something about Donut destroying their homework.
Rosie: I think I'll just go wash this coffee cup upstairs instead.
Fail.
Rausch is determined to bake a decent muffin.
Of course, it might help if she stopped playing video games while she has food in the oven.
Francine: Awww. Who burnt the muffin?
Rausch: You did. You dared to touch someone else's food so it burnt. It's all your fault.
Francine: lol whatevs. :D
Harper and the slacker career don't seem to be mixing too well.
Much like these kids and the mini oven.
Donut: And this is called the "Praying Mantis."
Francine: Like this?
Donut: No, no, both hands, like this.
It simply would not be a Gen 8 update without Foster crying about being slapped, even though he wins every fight now.
Ridley: Hey! Hey, look what I did!
...your great-great-great-- ...um...grandpire is going to be very angry with you.
Francine: I am GOING to make this work.
Fisher: I'll make something else just in case, mmkay?
Ridley: Stop playing around and having such a good time with Mom. I want to fight you.
Foster: You hear something, Mom?
Foster: ...wow, you're a slob.
...not that you're one to talk, boy.
...uh oh.
Every time!
Fisher: Who's the baby now?
I don't even know anymore.
Sutherland: *grumblegrumblecockroachesgrr*
...apparently Ridley wants to be murdered by the neatfreak vampire.
Fisher: *all time ever spent on swings :D*
Sutherland: *goes around and makes every bed in the house*
...THE HELL, FISHER?
Fisher: Life is awesome! :D
...and time passes.
That doll is seriously Rausch's BFF.
...were you...out there all night?
Fisher: :DDDD
Awww. Another neatfreak in the family. How sweet.
So, here's the deal. Most weekdays find the kids at school, Rosie and Harper at work and Sutherland asleep. Which leaves just me and darling Donut here.
Also Scott, the alien maid, and occasionally other hired help. Like this lovely old lady right here.
...yeah, it's pretty boring.
Fisher: Mom and Mom can never see these grades or they'll kill me.
Foster and Ridley: *proceed to react to their grades in the exact same way*
At least someone is doing well.
Rausch: LOOK, MOM. LOOK. MY GRADES ARE GOING UP.
Harper: That's nice, dear.
Francine: Beat you to it. Just not as exciting the second time around, you know.
One of the two little ones brought this kid home.
And another generation loves some cops and robbers.
Neighbor Kid: Yeah and then there was this dragon...
Rausch: DRAGONS. ALL RIGHT.
And then I forgot that it was her birthday so she cut their conversation short to age up in the rain. Oops.
Rausch Green
Popularity/Grilled Cheese
8-6-8-3-10
+ Formal/Unemployed
- Charisma
And on that note...
Farewell for now, mere mortals. Bleh.
Next time: Gen 8 will draw to a close. Oooo. Ex...citing?