Like this:

Oh dear.

We don’t even have Pets or the new patch yet and this entry should already come with a huge fail warning. I wonder whether we’ll ever cope with the Pets install – which will hopefully be after pay day later this month.

If that wasn’t enough, my laptop’s sick again, and this comes shortly after I was sick with a nasty bout of food poisoning.

So yeah, this is going to be a short chapter…

I had enough of Bridgeport glitching, my game crashing and the epic amount of time it took to get anywhere in Bridgeport, so I took my ball and went home. Or rather, moved the Dayes to Legacy Island for a bit. I suspect we’ll move to the new hood when we get Pets, but for now, we’re settling in OK to the smaller new hood. Well, except that all the town moves have borked our lot so much that the family now need to climb stairs to get home. There are worse things that could happen.

I took out the stuff from Hidden Springs for now and the spellbook started working again. Not that Mona has time to play with that, really, but we’ll get round to it.

Bramble finally completed one of her skill challenges. A whole one!

Lola moved over with us, and people seem to stop mourning for her every five seconds now, so it must have stopped her being bugged from that time she died but didn’t really.

She wanted a job and I let her take the first thing that came up – firefighter. When the bell we installed in GaGa’s day rang, I immediately regretted this.

Anyway, for those who don’t have Late Night, she’s a loner, technophobe, artistic, ambitious, virtuoso rock star wannabe who likes white.

Puddle, really, really hates her for some reason.

I LOVE this gay bar, by the way.

I don’t love mixology skill challenges.

Please don’t die before you complete them.

No-one has enough LTH for the young again potion yet, and at the rate we’re going, we’ll need a few of them.

A red plumbob? Blackberry passed out? Why – this can only be a sim wedding.

Fresh with the bouyant success of our home based wedding, I thought I’d try letting Alley and Lola have a venue wedding. People who’ve been following me since the days of the Kyotis will recall how utterly hopeless I am at venue weddings. You will be right to question my sanity.

These two kept ignoring ‘get married’. And when they finally decided to go for it, their needs were very, very red. I could have called it off and met their needs, but it was the first action in the queue. Once they had their celebrity wedding, I would cure them and we’d all be happy.

I could have fed Lola but she had just enough bar left to get married, and to be honest, I was going to let her die eventually anyway, so as long as they were wed, I didn’t mind if she popped her clogs then.

Nonononono.

Phew. They started to go through the motions of marrying.

*Insert expletive here*

I only have myself to blame, I suppose.

Puddle’s lesser-spotted evil trait showed up for the unhappy un-nuptials. He never did like her.

Oh well, I suppose it’s a point.

*Anxiously waits for ‘Oh my Ghost’ opportunity*

Oh great, the vampire that can’t die from being thirst is the one with a plasma fruit.

Really, Quentin? Did you ever even speak to her?

It’s times like this that make me realise I’d be the worst ISBI player ever.

It’s not all been bad, though. Puddle topped the sculpting career and Nadine aged up to YA.

She broke down mid-way through a wooing session – which is kind of cute!

Nadine, stop mucking about, we’ve got important sort-of-incest-but-not-really to be getting on with.

Oh yeah, baby.

(Let’s not think about the inevitable disaster actually trying to get them wed will be right now).

The plan is to marry in Nadine, get Puddle pregnant with her baby (because female simbots giving birth blows your game up, or so I’ve heard) and see if we can get a ghost/vamp/simbot hybrid that will then go on to try for adding imaginary friend and mummy to that list. But as I don’t want a whole family of hybrids from now until forever, I don’t want the heir contenders to be of that stock, and so Puddle’s going to divorce Nadine and remarry. Or at least that’s the current plan. My Facebook fans voted for him to get with a stripper, so bachelor party time it is, and let’s hope it’s not the big bag of fail Alley’s hen do turned out to be.

Well, not one soul bothered entering the bar we’d hired, but at least we got some not-that-sexy dancing.

Second stripper! Double the options!

Puddle managed to make both of their acquaintance, but will he ever make either his partner? Probably not, but join us next time to see us try.