I was just back from picking up Mom from that deserted pool party than my phone rang again.
This time, it was a surprise call from my cousin, Rosie Wonderland Beaker.
“I’m having a baby!” Rosie squealed. “Come over and celebrate and bring me stuff!”
“Don’t you usually invite girls to these things?” I asked.
“Oh, come on,” Rosie said. “You’re secure in your masculinity. Come to my baby shower!”
“When you put it that way, sure,” I said.
I headed over to the combination suburban house and horse farm that Rosie and her husband Loki shared with my Aunt Deanne.
I had to admit that the place was looking very swank these days.
Rosie met me at the gate. “Thanks so much for coming, coz!”
She escorted me inside, where I ran into Eclipse, one of the family cats from when I was a kid.
He really is a noble old cat, don’t you think?
Rosie’s face lit up. “It’s good to see you, coz!”
We took some time at the party to catch up on family news.
In the way we Wonderlands communicate best.
“I’ve finally grown into my vampire powers,” I told her. “Take a look at what I can do now. Ooooo….”
“Ewww. What’s wrong with your face?” Rosie asked. “Are you sick or something?”
Hmmm. I’m going to have to practice that power some more.
In the kitchen, my childhood friend Jennika Wong was talking about foreign films with another one of Rosie’s friends.
Foreign films! That’s a favorite subject of mine.
Did you here about The Spanish Eggplant? That was my favorite movie last month. You couldn’t understand it, even with the subtitles.
Jennika was delighted. “I’ve been meaning to see that movie!”
I think her friend was avoiding making eye contact, though. Probably because she knows I’m a vampire with a powerful psychic gaze.
All in all, it was a great party for a baby shower.
The rest of the family wasn’t too interested in Rosie’s upcoming baby, but they kept themselves occupied.
Justin is getting to be quick the free throw athlete. He uses that muscle shirt to remind you of how strong he’s getting.
Mom was downstairs, playing chess.
She insists that she was playing with that figment of her imagination she calls Bungle.
Helen played survival horror video games with the ghost of her grandmother. An interesting choice, that.
Irene sat out in the moonlight, mooning herself and complaining about the cat scratched dining chairs.
I guess she had a point. The cats were really on a rampage.
Minnie was pretty good about scratching where she was supposed to.
But that didn’t explain the state of Mom’s Private Investigator award.
Daisy looked a little too satisfied with herself.
At least they get on well with each other. These here are Goofy (left) and Micky (right).
After the party, I headed to the community garden. I am a creature of living death. Perhaps that’s why I just can’t get enough of green growing things. There’s just nothing like digging in a garden after midnight.
I got home in time to see my younger siblings off to school.
It’s important that everyone have a good breakfast, you know, with lots of vegetables.
“I can’t help but notice how much you’re scratching yourself,” Gideon said to Irene. “Are you all right?”
“I don’t know!” Irene said. “I’ve just been so itchy!”
“When is the last time you took a bath?” I asked Irene.
I’m not sure she took the hint.
The sun was up, and I should be in vampiric slumber, but for some reason I just wasn’t into it. What I really needed was a hot cup of overpriced latte.
I decided to go to the local new age coffeehouse. They have a lot of shade.
There I ran into Priscilla Singh and her lovely daughter Jodie.
Priscilla had her dog on, and she was all over me like a puppy.
We played out on the deck for a while.
Werewolves are so cute when they fetch.
I couldn’t play long, though. My skin was starting to catch fire. Still, I asked Priscilla for a snack, and she was happy to oblige.
Then I dashed back inside before I caught fire. Jody was there.
The Singhs are such friendly people. Or maybe they’re just easy to manipulate with my vampiric charm.
Enough was enough. I needed to get dead for a while.
Hooray. Another session without fails!
I should put Franklin’s LTW goals on the Scoresheet, though. I believe he has drunk from 3/20 sims and turned 1/5 sims.
Mate prospects: Jennika Wong is mermaid, though you couldn’t tell it from this story segment.
Here’s our evidence, from one of Erin’s stakeouts:
Jodie Singh is a werewolf, but I really don’t think she has an interesting enough face to join this challenge.
Of the werewolves, the mate candidate would be Ginny Septik, daughter of EA maid Anne T. Septik who I loaded into this game from another world because of her amazing face.
(In fact, I made a roommates household with wolfied homeless EA sims from other worlds with amazing faces; in addition to Anne, I also have Lucy Ferne and Dee Liver. Their kids are not old enough to be candidates this generation, but they’ll move with us wherever the family goes to keep making interesting babies.)
There are a few fairies, the best being Girbits Worthington, an import from Starlight Shores.
I have a thing for Girbits. He’ll be marrying in at some point, but since he’s a fairy, there’s no hurry.
I was PLANNING to have a mate poll, but I think now that I’ve played through for a bit, I know who Franklin is going to pick. I’m curious if anyone has opinions, though.
I’m overdue for a cat poll. We have four really good choices for the next generation of cats.
Also, I think I am going to hold a poll on where the family will move next.
That ought to be enough polls for one generation, don’t you think?
I’m not entirely sure if I have enough readers left after my long hiatus to make polling a good idea 🙂 :).