What’s this? An apocalypse nugget on a Wednesday?! It’s the new norm boo.
Last time on the apocalypse: Holmes shocked
me everyone by being the first Baelfire to top a career…albeit only a teen career…and snagged us our first lifted restriction!
Moxie followed closely on his heels by coming home with Level 10 Comedian skills.
Other than that, and some vampire flybys, not much happened really.
We’re all pretty stoked about having a grill back in the house; not that Moxie doesn’t ADORE getting up at 4 am to run out to the park and cook her family breakfast.
It’s almost as much fun as coming home from a full night of work to 3 hours of housework, ain’t that right sugar?
Moxie: “Summer! Girlfriend! Yeah, I totally topped Comedian this morning…you wanna come over to move in and help us lift some restrictions babe?”
Boy did she ever!
Welcome to the apocalypse, Summer Holiday!
I’d like to take this moment to apologize ahead of time.
But look at the snazzy corner of a room we set up! All 5 of those tiles are just for you, darling.
We have her immediately quit her job in the culinary career so she can take work as a Secret Agent.
Summer has a paltry assortment of random skills…and 10 fishing? Actually that’s not a huge surprise; not much here that’s going to help with the Secret Agent career in any case; oh wells!
It’s starting to get a bit annoying now; she doesn’t even come over for selfies anymore 😦
It’s especially confusing behaviour given that he’s not even very good friends with her.
Must be all that animal magnetism?
Fun fact: Holmes has an extremely high pitched, feminine voice; he sounds so much like a girl that I opened up the family in CAS to check the gender setting for him…is what it is apparently!
Holmes: “How many tense moodlets today, dad?”
Miles: *stabs grilled fish*
Moxie: “Cheer up babe; our middle child is about to teen up!”
He sure did…into the tidiest cheerful athlete you ever did see!
Not so cheerful at the moment though; ageing up in the middle of the night by yourself will do that to a young man.
Watson: “Happy Simming…I guess…”