The Hurkyferd Prettacy

An ISBI Prettacy


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Patches and Glitches and EPs, Oh My!

So I have spent the better part of the past week dealing with patching issues.  Grrrr….why did I pick *now* to start back up with my Simmehs?   I am having a HUGE issue with babies and toddlers glitching out of their cribs.  Anytime someone puts them in there, both the child and the caregiver glitch out of the house completely.  And in two different places.  Cycle.  Rinse.  Repeat.  New cribs do not help.  New homes do not help.  New Sims do not help.  Urgh.  Its related to…dun dun dun….the Flipping IF dolls.

 

Which EVERY SINGLE CHILD IN MY GAME HAS.

disgusclint

 

I think that right there is an issue but one Sims-related headache at a time.I’ve gone off in search of a solution.  Until I figure one out I’m afraid the updates have to wait a bit.  BUT, I did play ahead some, so I think I can tell a wee bit more of Opus and Gertie’s story here soon.  But nothing feels right when I know my Sims are glitching.  *sighs*  One day this game will work.  Maybe by the time they stop updating it and Sims 4 is on its 3rd or 4th EP.  One can only hope!


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They’re Baaaaaaaackkkkkk :)

Hello out there in blogland or whatever I should call this little corner of the interwebs.  So, I am alive and am finally going to be able to play Sims again!  Which means more Hurky-madness.  The next thing I need to do is check in on my Hurkyferds and see if they survived the game update I had to install (grrr) and the two new EPs I installed (yay!).  Once I do that, and deal with any issues, I can’t wait to jump back in.

Big thanks to anyone who has stumbled here and taken the time to read and/or comment.  I am so thankful and glad if you have enjoyed it.   And thank you for the well-wishes.  I am feeling great, so that is good!

 

Happy Simming and I’ll be back with an update soon.  Hoping for the weekend.  Fingers crossed.


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Hiatus Apologies! And a Small Update

Hello there!  I don’t normally write non-Hurkyferd posts but I wanted to update on what was going on.  I’ve been really sick – several surgeries and a zillion rounds of antibiotics later and I am slowly starting to be on the mend :)  I haven’t even touched my Sims in what feel like forever, so no Hurkyferd updates.  However, I can say I am starting to feel better and even starting to feel like writing and playing a little.  Thank you to all of you who commented while I was gone.  I am going to be making my way through comments and also making my way through my favorite Blogs so I can catch up with all your stories.  Might give me a little inspiration to boot :)

 

Don’t worry – Gertie and Opus are anxiously awaiting their return to their “reality show”  :)  Ty for reading and I’ll have a new update within the next few days.


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Chapter 0.9 – Torture Math

Chapter 0.9 of the Hurkyferd Prettacy is on tap!  To review where we were last time – Uli had her childhood birthday as did her IF Ukelele, Gus skilled some more and baby Atticus was born.

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Another day in the Hurkyferd house.  Opus comes home from work and makes a beeline for little Gus.  Since Gertrude spends so much time in the garden these days, I’ve made a little skill area off to the side for the kids with the Toddler skill books and toys, as well as a little potty.

Opus:  “How’s my little man?”

Gus:  “Me hewp mama in garden!”

Yeah, I’m not sure why Gus is skilling in that picture, or what he is skilling on?  As far as I know Toddlers don’t skill from being held but okay.

Opus: “You’re getting so big Gus!  Soon Daddy won’t be able to hold you!”

Could that be foreshadowing??  Dun dun duuuunnnnn! Seriously, though, Opus is an amazing father.  He is full of autonomous actions for his kids.  Its very sweet.

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Gertie wraps up a marathon gardening session.  (BTW, that is the Creeper House in the background – see the giant Robot in the backyard?  If you have Starlight Shores, go check it out – inside and outside.  I wasn’t kidding – it is creeeeeeeepy!)

Gertrude:  “So I was thinking, I’m not so worried about my Lifetime Wish anymore.  Can I pleeeeassse quit my job?”

You still have a job?

Gertie:  “Of course I do!  I’m still upset about that awful skully cap I have to wear.  It ruins my bump.”

Its been so long since Gertie’s been to work, I totally and completely forgot she even *had* a job.  But no, Gertie, you can’t quit. We need that 100 Simoleons of maternity pay I obviously ignored the pop-ups for – most certainly if you guys are going to move ANYTIME soon.

Gertie:  “You know, I really should be living in one of those mansions up in the Starlight Shores Hills.”  *sighs*

We should all be Gertie, we *all* should be.

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Uli continues to be the child I love the most of any Sim child I’ve ever had.

Yes!  A child that autonomously cleans!

Uli: “Mr. Plate needs to be washed.  Did you know the chemical compounds in the dish soap break down the binding agents of the rendered fat from the shortening in the cake frosting, therefore causing them to dissolve?  However -“

*Headspin*   She’s a smart little cookie, too!  Now lets see if she can figure out how to GET IN THE FLIPPIN’ SHOWER!  She still hasn’t taken a shower.  Notice the green cloud still hovering around her.

UKELELE – I’M LOOKING AT YOU!

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Gertrude is doing a great job with little Atticus.  In fact, he is the only baby so far that she rolls daily wants for.  Cuddling, etc – she’s all about the Nooboo.

Gertie:  “Aww, I’m sorry I wished you were a little girl, Atticus.  Now be a big boy and drink your Mountain Dew!”

Hey – babies shouldn’t be drinking soda!

Gertie: “I know, I’m joking.  Although  – can you stop the Plumbob camera for a minute now?”

Suuuuuure.  *crosses fingers behind back* Its off.  Go on.

Gertie:  “If I wasn’t on this here reality show, I wouldn’t hesitate to use my mama’s ways.  You know, she used to put coffee in our bottles to keep us up during the day so we’d sleep at night.  And we started drinking pop real early.  And we all turned out just fine.  So, don’t be giving me lectures on what to give babies.”  *tosses hair*  “Why I was eating fried steak and 6 eggs every day for breakfast before I even said my first word. “

*stares*

Gertie:  “What?  I was born with all my teeth!  Doc Turner said he’d never seen nothing like it!”

Gertie, there is no one like you in the world, I just know it.

Gertie:  “Perfection is a rarity, you know.”

Oh yes, you go girl!

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Ukelele continues to make things hard for me, although Uli loves it.

Ukelele:  “I know its almost 11 PM on a school night, but I’ve been thinking that we haven’t spent enough time together.”

Uli:  “I know!  10 hours of tag just isn’t enough!  I’m so glad I have you, Ukelele.  My dad is so busy with work and my mom with the babies and her garden.”

Yes, I am glad Uli has Ukelele for her social, too.  HOWEVER, school starts tomorrow and I’m serious about Uli getting her homework done, now.  We don’t want to see the Social Worker for failing grades.

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Fast forward to 12:30 AM….

Uli:  “Phew!  I gotta catch my breath.”  *pants*  You got me that time Ukelele!”

Ukelele:  “You’re it!”

Uli: “I guess.”  *yawns*  “I’m so tried.  You think maybe we should go to bed?  I do need to go to school in the morning.”

Ukelele:  “Okay, maybe we should go in the house, then.”

Haleluah!

Ukelele:  “And have a pillow fight!”  *runs off*  “Last one inside is a dirty egg!”

Gah!!!!!

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Gertie finishes up a midnight feeding for baby Atticus and realizes Uli isn’t in the kid’s room.

Gertie:  “Uli!  Its almost 1 in the morning!  Get on in the house and go to bed.  And who in the world were you talking to?”  *gets paranoid*  “It wasn’t the trees or someone who looked like a llama, was it?”

Uli:  *giggles*  “No, mama.  It was just my Imaginary Friend, Ukelele!” *pulls out doll*  “See?  He’s right here.”

Gertie: “Uli, that’s just that weird looking doll Opus’ great-great Aunt Bertha sent for you when you were born.  Now, stop this silliness and come in in the house!”

Uli:  “No mama, Ukelele is REAL.”  *pouts*  “This is just his doll form.”  *puts doll on ground*

Ukelele:  *pops into air*  “We pillow fighting now?”

Gertie:  “Uli May Hurkyferd.  You stop this foolishness right now.”

Uli:  “Well, maybe if you and dad spent more time with my, I wouldn’t have to have an Imaginary Friend”

Ukelele:  “Hey, I’m real, hello?  Remember me?  We were going to pillow fight?”

Gertie:  “Oh, Uli.  Mama’s sorry if you are lonely.”  *hugs*  “You’re my specail little girl, you know that?”

Uli:  *hugs*  “Thank you mommy, I love you!”

Gertie:  “Enough to let mama sign you up for the Girlz Glamour-n-Glitz pageant next weekend in Bridgeport?”

Gertie!  Way to ruin a tender moment there.

Uli:  “Aw, mama I hate all that stuff.”

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The next morning Gertie has a breakdown.

Gertie: “OMG, my little girl is all grown up!  I can’t believe she is already going to school!”

She sure is, but I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about. She is a smart as they come.

Gertie: “No, you don’t understand.  I’m talking about ME!”  *hyperventilating*  “All my babies are going to start getting big.”

Yes, that is what happens.  Not sure where you’re going with this…

Gertie:  “Duh!  Wrinkles!  This beautiful, tan gorgeous skin – ruined by wrinkles and saggy bits and urgh.  I think I am going to be sick!”

SMH.  Gertie, we all get older.  There’s not much we can do about it.  Embrace it!  Besides, you haven’t even had your Adult birthday yet.  Relax before you whip yourself into a Joan Rivers-like frenzy and end up with your face pulled so tight you need someone to slap you in the back of the head to blink.

Gertie: “I think I need to get some more sun to make myself feel better.”

I’m not even going to say anything.

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I go to check on our little school girl and find this.  Of course!

Uli:  “Ooooof”

Ukelele: “Gotcha!  Let’s see if we can beat our record and play tag for 11 hours today!

Uli:  “Haha Ukelele.  But I can’t today.  I have school!”

Ukelele:  “Do you have to go?”

YES she does.  Now leave the child alone so she can get ready.

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I forgot to introduce our newest Hurkyferd!

Nope, not a baby.  Did I fool you for 2 seconds?

Meet Ulyssa Hurkyferd!  Gertie found her while out on one of her meteor/gem/rock/seed seeking missions.  Since I don’t have Pets, I figured this would have to do for now.

Ulyssa:  “What’s that supposed to mean?  Sorry if I’m not a cute little puppy or a bouncy little kitten.  If you didn’t want me then you could have done what you should have done – which is leave me to live my life in the wild.”

Wow.  I think Gertie caught herself a Diva Ladybug.  Perfect.

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Uli tears herself away from pillow fighting in time to eat breakfast before school.  Sadly, I had to use Uli’s ONE child action I am allowed to cancel the pillow fight so she could refocus and eat.

She chose ice cream.

Uli:  “I like this!  I can have ice cream whenever I want!”

Grr…stupid ISBI…my poor little Uli is eating ice cream for breakfast because I can’t control her!  I don’t know if I’m going to make it through this whole thing without tearing my hair out!

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While Gertie takes a shower, Opus spends some time with the children.

Opus:  OMG

Uli:  “Yummy yummy chocolate-y goodness!  BEST.BREAKFAST.EVER!”

Atticus:  “ZZzzzzzzzz”   *makes a poopy*

Gus:  *screams at top of lungs*  “I made a poooooooopyyyyyyyy!!!!!”

Opus:  “Oh good gravy, what do I do first?”

Well, since the baby is still asleep, and you can’t really do much about Uli, maybe Gus?

Opus:  “Shhhhushhh, Daddy loves his little Gus.”  *changes diaper*

Atticus:  *snores*

Gus:  “Me go play with Buddy, now?”

Yes.  I should mention this.  Funny the way things work, isn’t it?  When I got out Atticus’ new Invisible Friend, it appeared in his crib.  The next night when Opus and Gertie put the boys down to bed, suddenly an IF showed up in GUS’ BED TOO!!!!  WTH??

So, let’s take a tally, shall we?

1 ISBI

+

3 Kids

+

3 Imaginary Friends =

_________________

ONE INSANE SIMMER!!!!  That’s what I call Torture Math.  *cries*

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Gus:  “Me wike eat fingers!!”

No, buddy you’ll need those later on to do things like write and eat. Very useful things those fingers!

Gus:  “Me wike eat book!”

Another useful invention!  Keep up the autonomous skilling bud, you’re doing great!  He is!  I must say as toddlers go, he isn’t as calm as Uli as he likes to scream it up every once in a while, but he’s almost as good at skilling as Uli.  *almost*

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As evening approaches, Gertie wraps up her gardening.  It is really progressing nicely!

Gertie:  “I decided to garden in my Formal Wear today.”

Yes, nothing like a pair of high heels sinking in the fertilizer to make one feel *fancy*.

Gertie:  “You know, anytime is the right time to wear a cocktail dress.  My Aunt Hettie taught me all about style.  She told me the only reason its called a cocktail dress is because when you put it on, it immediately becomes Happy Hour!”

Oh really?  I might like this Aunt Hettie.

Gertie:  “Yep.  As she always says ‘Its 5 o’clock somewhere'”

Gertie:  “Whew!  I’m all done.  Everybody say ‘hay-oh, hay-oh’ ”  *dances*

Thought Balloon Sunshine:  “Heeeellllpppp meeeee, I’m meeeeelllttiiinggg!!!”  *dies from stench of Gertie’s pits*

Might be time for a shower there, Gertrude.

Gertie:  “To be or not to be, that is the question…. See?  I know things.  I learned about Omlette in school.”

Maybe we should leave the acting to Opus?  He’s coming along a bit better these days.  He’s only getting one of the stress moodlets now!

Robot at Creeper Neighbor’s House:  *photobombs*

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With that lovely image burned into your retinas, we’ll call it a wrap!  Next time – will we get to see baby Atticus’ genetics?  Will Gertie get her dream of a house that works?  Tune in next time to find out.  As always, thank you so much for following along with my goofy Sims.  And please feel free to leave me a message.  I appreciate every one I get!  See you next time :)

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Points:

Babies Born: 3 = 15 points

Total Points = 15


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Chapter 0.8 – The Awkward Ride Home

Hiya :)  Welcome back to the Hurkyferd Prettacy.  We left our little growing family last time as they just finished celebrating Gus’ toddler birthday, Opus stepped out on the town to try and gain some celebrity points and our loving couple mended fences in the form of another pregnancy!

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It is a great day for the oldest of the Hurkyferd children!

Uli:  “Me bwow out fire!”

Aw, I’m going to miss your sweet toddler face little Uli!  You won me over <3

Gertrude:  “That’s my girl!  Go on and grow up so mama can start putting you in pageants!  We’ll get you on ‘Toddlers n Tiaras’ in no time flat!”

Ugh, that awful show?  No way!  besides, what if she doesn’t want to be in pageants?  That isn’t always the healthiest thing for a young girl anyway.

Gertie:  “Nonsense.  Besides, she can win lots of sparkly crowns and sashes!”

How about just putting the thousands of Simoleons you’ll spend on gowns and entry fees in a nice college or house fund for Uli instead?  Seems like that would be much more helpful to her when she hits YA than a room full of cheap plastic crowns and trophies?

Gertie:  “I *will * get on Toddlers and Tiaras.  I must – er, I mean Uli must be noticed!’

SMH.

Uli:  “Derp!”  *spins in birthday twinkles*

Let’s see those Hurkyferd genes, babydoll!

Uli:  “Dag dag!”

Wow.  She is a total clone of Gertrude, except for the skin tone and hair color.  Poor thing  :(  She was such a good little toddler, I feel bad for giving her these crazy genes!

Uli:  *still Derping it up*  “Yeah!  Now I can go to school! 

Why is she so excited for school?

Uli:  “Because I am so smart, my dad told me so!”

Yep, she gained the Genius trait :)  Hopefully that makes for some honor rolls going on! Points for me!

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After the celebration, things go back to normal.

Gertie:  *Bangs hammer on toilet*  “I’m upgrading this dern thing if it is the last thing I do!”

Good idea.  We can use some things that don’t break everyday.  I must admit, though – you’re getting mighty handy, Gertie!

Gertie: “Of course!  I AM multi-talented!”

I wish I could just bang a hammer on a toilet and have to never clean or fix it ever again.

Gertie:  “By the way, I want a new house.  Things are getting cramped up in here!” *diva pout*

Yeah, well with almost 5 Sims in a ONE bedroom house, I would imagine it is getting a little like a clown car in there.  But we only have like 1500 Simoleons, so you’re going to be there for a while yet.

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Then this happens…

Ukelele:  “ZOMG!  I’m alive!  They finally took me out of that stupid backpack!”  *spins in the twinklies*

Um, yay?  Listen – let’s keep the distractions to a minimum, k?

Ukelele:  “Wow, I forgot I’m on a reality show!  Cool!

Yeah, no one can see you except Uli.

Ukelele:  “But you can see me.”

*narrows eyes*  True, but that’s cause I am the all-knowing player – I mean Producer/Show Runner.  I see all!

Ukelele:  “I can’t make any promises.  I mean, for one I am only a kid.  And for two, I just became REAL!”  *parties*

Just leave Uli alone when she’s in the bathroom and let her get her homework done before you play, ok?

Ukelele:*plugs ears*  “La lalalalalala la…I can’t hear you…Lalalalalala”

Ay-yi-yi!

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Later that night.

Ukelele:  “Hi Uli!  I’m growed up like you!”

Uli:  “Holy meatballs!  Ukelele – you’re real!”

Ukelele:  “Yup.  But its a super-duper secret!  The only one who can see me is you!  Oh, and that grumpy reality-show lady”

Hey!  I’m not that grumpy.

Uli:  “This is awesome!  My very own Imaginary Friend! Now I have someone to play with who won’t drool all over my toys!”

We do need to get Opus a retainer, don’t we?  I kid, I kid.  I know she means little Gus.

Ukelele:  “Lets play tag!”

Gah!  Its almost 1o o’clock and Uli’s exhausted.  This IF is going to cause me points, I just know it.

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Who is this strange boy, and why is he holding little Gus?

Freddie Riddle:  “Ok Gus, it’s time for night-night.  Just think, when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll have a new little baby sister or brother!’

Gertie:  *off screen*  “Sister!  He’s going to have a sister!  OWWWWW…oh balls, I forgot how bad labor hurrrrrrrrts!”

Well, if 12 watermelons are right then, yes he will have a sister.  Now get in the car and go bring us another potential heir!

Freddie Riddle: *pats Gus on head*  “Goodnight, buddy, if you need anything. I’ll be in the next room.”

Wow.  Color me STUNNED. A Sims babysitter who takes care of the kids!  He walked right in and scooped little Gus up, changed his diaper and put him to bed!  It’s a miracle!!!  *cries*

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Poor Gertie JUST makes it to the hospital in time.

Gertie:  “I may never eat another watermelon as long as I live”  *has orange Plumbob*  “It didn’t work in case you haven’t guessed.” *glitches baby through chest*

Who is that you have there!  A new baby boy! *curses watermelons*

Gertie:  “Yes.  His name is Atticus and he really seems to be happy out here.  He must Love the Outdoors.  He’s also a sweet little thing.  I think he’s gonna be real Friendly when he is able to talk and stuff.”

Don’t sound so excited there, Gertrude.  You can’t blame him for being a boy.  And if you do, you’ll be looking at yet another child of yours that’s going to have their therapist on speed-dial.

Gertie: “Oh, I love him and all.  I just kept hoping for a girl.  I have a feeling Uli isn’t going to like the whole ‘pageant’ thing.  I need one I can start early this time. Get her into makeup and hairspray right away.  Like 3-4 months old.  Then I’ll make it on Toddlers and Tiaras for sure.”  *sighs*

Nice priorities there, Gert.  I think you need some rest, dear.  Go on home, now.

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Gertie, as you can tell, is yet again in a foul mood after giving birth.  Last time Opus didn’t make it in the hospital.  This time he isn’t coming out for some reason.  Gah!  Glitches….

Gertie: “Where’s that man I married”.  *Grumble grumble*   “Where’s the cab?”

Opus: “You think SOMEONE might have taken time to notice I was stuck in the hospital.  I don’t know what happened!  Its like suddenly the building turned into a giant labyrinth.  Hallways let to more hallways.  Then every time I got near the door, it started to disappear! The whole building seemed to fade away! It was the strangest thing.”  *trembles*

Hmm….that sounds vaguely familiar….but maybe not.  Lets just say maybe the nurses gave YOU some pain medicine right along with Gertie?

Opus:  “I – I just don’t know.”

I think you best be getting on home. You two are both tired and starving!  Let’s blame it on exhaustion.  All the celebrities do!

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Meanwhile, back at the homestead.

Freddie Riddle:  “It tickles!’

What in the world is that crawling up your back? What are you doing in the backyard?

Ah ha!

Freddie Riddle:  “Oh man, I just started this up and now I sense the parental units coming home.  *spins in air and changes back*

I knew you were too good to be true!  I KNEW it!

Freddie Riddle:  “Whatever.  I’ll take my $50 now.  Bye!!”  *runs off*

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Opus and Gertie are making the Awkward ride home.

Gertie:  “We’ll have to use that babysitter again, Opus. I liked him. And you know I’m a good judge of character.”  *sighs*  “Boy my back aches”

I bet it does!  Off to bed with you when you get home.

Opus:  *I wonder if she’d make me a steak dinner if I asked right now?*

Opus, my man.  You are NOT good at this childbirth thing, bless your heart!  Remember, smile and nod.  And for Plumbob sake, don’t ask her to do anything for a couple of days!!

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Let’s check in our newest Hurkyferd!

Atticus:  *coos*

Aw, there all so cute at this age.  If you get past the creepy cocoon body.  He doesn’t look like he has Opus’ washed-out skin.  I think I see Gertrude’s eyes.  We won’t know anything until toddler, anyway.

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The next morning…the fun begins.

Uli:  “Ukelele!  I’m going to go potty!  You can’t be in here right now!”

Grr….

Ukelele:  *leaves*

Two minutes later…

Uli:  “Ukelele!  I need to take a shower!”

Ukelele: “So?”

Uli:  “You can’t be in here then, either!”

Ukelele:  “But I’m imaginary!”

Uli: “Well, I’m not!”

Ukelele:  “Ohhhh!” *pauses*   “Wanna play tag?”

Uli:  “Sure!”

*le sigh*  At least she went to the bathroom, right?

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Meanwhile, outside.

Opus: “You can do it, buddy!  Just a few more steps and you’ll be walking!”

Gertie:  “What’s that over in the neighbor’s yard?”

Gertie!  Your oldest son is taking his first steps RIGHT beside you?  What could possibly be more important that that?

Gertie:  *squints*  I think it might be a meteor!

Go!  Go grab them…we can so use the Simoleons!  XD  What?  I need a new house for these poor crowded Sims!

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Gus is looking like he’s walked into a wall of royal stench in the bedroom.

Opus:  *plugs nose*  “Oh my hairy eyeball, what crawled up in the wall and died in here?”

I don’t know.

Opus:  “Smells like the time Mamaw  Grady made that pickled roadkill stew.”

I – I don’t even want to know.

Opus:  “No, no!  You misunderstand!  It smells like an armpit but it tastes like heaven!’

If by heaven you mean poopy? Then yes, I believe you.

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Uli and Ukelele continue to avoid hygiene and goof off like kids should.

Uli:  “And the little girl found the doll in the basement of the old, abandoned house.”

Ukelele:  “No!  But I thought they had burned it 100 years ago!”  *shivers*

Opus:  “Good gravy, what is that smell?”

Uli:  *oblivious to stench*  “The little girl was scared but she took the hammer and smashed the evil doll into a thousand pieces!”

Giant Floating Face:  “OMG, what stinks in here?”

Opus: “I might throw up.  This is awful”    *realizes what stinks*

Uli: “The little girl went home, still a little scared, but glad she’d had the nerve to destroy the doll that had torn her family apart for generations!”

Opus:  “Uli – when is the last time you took a bath, kiddo?  *gags*

Uli:  That night she fell asleep with ease for the first time in months.”

Okay, story over now go to take a shower!

Uli:  *ignores*   “But later, she awoke in the middle of the night, scared for a moment until she remembered the doll was gone.  Her mom was sitting on the edge of the bed.  The little girl sat up and smiled.”

UlI:  “Then her mom turned to her and the little girl gasped! For she held the doll in her arms!  And she said…’All Hail the Doll”

Ukelele:  *terrified*  “Ahhhhhh!!!!”

Uli:  *laughs*

Ukelele: “I don’t know what’s scarier. The doll or the green fumes rising off your clothes!”  *giggles*

Uli:  *pouts*  “You’re the one that woulnd’t let me take a bath!

Ukelele:  “I’m not stopping you now!”

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Opus hears little Atticus crying and happily goes to change him.

Opus: “Oh Atticus.  Even your dirty diaper smelled better than Uli.”

Atticus:  *coos*

Opus:  “By the way, you got this strange doll in the mail from some woman named Aunt Bertha….”

Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!!!!!  Another IF!  Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…..

:)

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We’ll wrap up here in the midst of my IF tragedy.  Next time – will we see any more of the Hurkyferd genes popping out?  Will there be more babies?  How will they all fit in their one bedroom house?  Come on back and find out!  Thank you for reading, I truly appreciate it. And if you’d like to, please leave a note!

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Points:

Babies Born: 3 = 15 points

Total Points = 15


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Chapter 0.7 – Therapy Bills

Welcome to a brand new Chapter/Episode of the Hurkyferd Prettacy.  Last time when we left Opus and Gertie, trouble was brewing after Gertrude gave birth to their new baby boy, Gus.

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Gertie spends all her time in the garden these days, probably avoiding Opus.  Uli enjoys it, though. Oblivious to her parents fighting.  Instead, she plays with Ukelele and skills on her books and toys.

Uli:  “Me go potty wike a big girl!”

Yay for potty training!  And, this again shows why I love this child so much.  I can’t control her, yet she finds her own way to the potty!

Uli:  “Me do good?”

You always do good, sweet girl.

Best toddler, evah!

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After spending the day and evening in the garden, Gertrude’s nights are filled with the children.

Gertrude:  “Bananas, jelly beans and cows!”

Uli:  “Nanas, jawwy beans and moo-moo cows!”

Gertie:  “That’s right, sweet thing.  Those are some of the things the Llama-people haven’t gotten their hands on yet!”

Uli:  “Yama people!”

Gertrude!  What are you teaching your child?  *tsk tsk*

Gertie: *Hrmph*  “Only THE most important things, of course.  Girl needs to know what evils lurk in the shadows.”

Uli:  “Evil shadows!”

Good thing she doesn’t have the Insane trait.  She may just grow up to know better!

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The next day, Gertie is ranting around the house.

Gertrude:  “Where did this couch come from?”  *rages*

You’ve had it since the very beginning of the game – I mean show.  Since the beginning of the show.

Gertie: *balls fists*   “I SAID I HATE THIS COUCH!!!!!”

Whoa.  its a little early in the post/episode for so much anger.  Easy, tiger!  I guess she’s still in a bad mood.  No wonder Opus has been keeping a low profile!

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Speaking of Opus, yet again days pass and no promotion even though he is skilled up in Charisma and is now BFFs with his direct supervisor, Anabelle Gooder.  I guess anyone who made it out of that party alive deserves a friendship, yes?

Opus:  “So, seeing as you’re a celebrity and I had to jump through hoops just to get you to let me talk to you, you think you could share your profession with me?”

Random Celebrity: *blank stare*  *runs off*

Background on this picture. I’ve been sending Opus out in the evenings a couple times a week to try and meet SOMEONE with Celebrity points.  There aren’t many which makes no sense to me,  Every other flippin’ save file I have, everyone in town is a darn Celebrity.  but when I finally NEED them, no one is.  GAH!

So this guy made Opus chase him all around the venue, then when Opus finally was allowed to talk to him, the guy cancelled Opus’ action and ran home. (!)

Opus:  “I think that sounds like a good idea.  I’m tired and stressed and I just want to see my kids”

:(  I don’t like when Opus and Gertrude fight!  Go home and make up with your wife, Opus!

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Let’s take a break from the mess that is Opus and Gertie’s relationship, shall we?

Uli:  *toddler giggles*

Aw, Uli! What are you doing in there, silly girl?

Uli:  “Mama told me get in here”

*sighs* I hope she isn’t going on about the Llama people again.  There’s no such thing, babydoll.

Uli:  *giggles* ” I hide!”

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I wonder what Gertie is telling Uli to hide from until I scroll to the front of the house and see our old “friend” has returned.

Creeper Mailman:  “I can’t get to the window! Someone has put a giant shrub in the way!”

Hmmm…imagine that.  I wonder who it could have been?  *evil laugh*

Creeper Mailman: “You’re cramping my style here!”

Oh, get out of here!  Go spy on the dude next door.  You two can take turns out-creeping each other.

At least Gertie was right to tell Uli to hide.  This guy is worse than paparazzi!

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Gertrude has been in a huff for days, and it seems to be getting worse.  Then this happens.

Gertie:  “I knew it!”  *rolls wish to have baby*

Another little Hurkyferd!  And we haven’t even seen what little Gus looks like beyond being a cocoon infant.

Gertie:  “Me n Opus made up last night.”

I see that!

Gertie:  “And when I say night, I mean ALLLLLLLLLLL night.”  *smacks ass*

What did we say about TMI, Gertrude!  Family show, family show.  Oh, all right – let’s go with PG-13, then okay?

Gertie: *rolls wish to have girl*  “I want to name her Urethra.  Like Aretha Franklin but with a “U”, get it?  Aretha is the original Diva.”

Gertie, don’t you know what Urethra means?

Gertie:  “Pssht. I made it up.”  *flips hair*

Whatever you say, I’m just glad you and Opus made up.

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Poor Gertie is still stuck fixing all the things in the house that need fixing.  Which is pretty much everything.

Gertie:  “Oh my aching baaaaaaack.”

I’m sorry you just spent 3 hours fixing the shower, sink AND toilet, Gertie.

Gertie:  “You know, I don’t think I’ve even puked once with this pregnancy, but Lord Plumbob be if my back ain’t going to kill me.”

Hmm…..could it be that your maternity footwear seems to be a pair of white spike heels?  Get some sensible shoes, woman!

Gertie:  “I won’t sacrifice my fashion.  NOT an option.”

Then don’t grumble about your back.  I may be a woman and may sympathize with you, but if I wore heels for work while pregnant, I would know better than to complain!

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The next day is a big one in the Hurkyferd house!

Gertie:  “Yay!  My little baby boy is growing up today!  Soon as I get him potty trained I’ll be done with diapers!”

Well, seeing as you are cooking another baby, that isn’t true at all.

Gertie:  “Hush up now, let me have my fantasy!”

Opus: *rolls wish for girl*  I can’t wait for the new baby, Gert!  Now, let’s blow out your candles baby Gus!”

Opus:  *blows*

Gus:  *gets mouth full of daddy’s stinky armpit*

Yeah, we might be looking at some therapy bills after that one.

Gus:  *Goo-goo-gaa-gaa?”

Well from this angle, ignoring the ridiculous hair he’s grown into, he looks normal.  I see Gertie’s hair color and once again, Opus’ skin tone.

Let’s take a REAL look, shall we?

Gus:  “Goo-goo-gaa-gaa!”

Whoa.  That is a crazy looking kid!  He might be a mix, although I am thinking he might be a complete clone of his dad, but with Gertrude’s hair color.  Sorry for your gene pool, little dude.

Gus: *giggles*

You know what they say, ignorance is bliss.  Hopefully the next little Hurkyferd will be a girl because both Gertie and Opus have girl wishes locked in right now.

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After the festivities are over, once again Opus gets sent out in search of someone to help him with Celebrity points.   At one bar (sorry, forgot the name) he runs into none other than the gorgeous Bryce Savage.

Opus:  “And then the conductor said, where do you think I keep my trombone?”

Bryce:  *laughs* “You are one funny dude, man.  I can’t believe we’ve never met before. “

Opus:  “Um, no we did meet.  At Anabelle Gooder’s party a couple months back.”

Bryce:  “Not me bud, sorry.  I’ve never set foot in the Gooder house.  I don’t like Mr. Gooder.  He creeps me out.”

Opus: “I stood right next to you while you watched TV in on of the upstairs bedrooms!”

Bryce:  “Dude, I’m telling you wasn’t me.”

Opus:  “That is so strange.  So was that entire party, actually.  I felt like someone spiked the smoothies or something.”  *laughs*  “There was this scary looking doll in the room you were in.  Come to think of it, you *did* seem really out of it.”

Bryce:  “….”

Bryce:  “ALL HAIL THE DOLL!”

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Gertrude finally starts rolling some Gus-related wishes.  She’s great with the kids, but not so great at rolling the kid wishes.  I’m super excited for the pregnancy ones, though.  Both Gertie AND Opus have wishes “to have a child” and “to have a girl”.  Lots-o-LTR points!

Gertie: “Say ‘picture’, Gus.”

Gus:  *stares*

Keep trying, he’ll get it!  He’s a Genius after all.

Gertie: “Can you say ‘photographic evidence of Llama people and the secret society they belong to that is trying to take over the world’ ?”

Gus: *stares*

Me: *stares*

Gertie:  “Can you say ‘MONEY’ ?”

Gus:  “Money!”

Gertie: “That’s my little man.  And you say that word to Daddy when he gets home tonight because we need some MONEY so we can move into a bigger house with working plumbing so mama doesn’t have to fix everything anymore!”

Gus:  “Dada!  Dada money!” *giggles*

Ah, just what Opus needs.  His young toddler son pressuring him to get a raise on top of his regular job stress!

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Even if she complains, Gertrude has a good life.  She spends her days with her little ones and her garden.

Uli:  *sings softly to Ukelele*

Gus: *shoves xylophone hammer in his mouth*  “Tastes wike trees!”

Gertie:  “Why am I wearing this outfit?  I want my high heels back!”

Sorry Gertrude, you need to think about function over form right now.

Gertie:  *glares*

Gus: “Where’s me dolly?  Gus want dolly too!”

You don’t have one, thankfully. One IF is enough in an ISBI house.

Uli:  “I wuv you Uk-a-way-wee!”

Gus:  *shoves xylophone hammer back in mouth*  “Still tastes wike Tree!”

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And on that fine note, we’ll end this episode.  Next time – will our expectant mother get the girl she so wants? What will Uli look like as a child?  Will the creepy doll take over the world?  Come back and find out the answers to these gripping questions, and much more!

Thanks for reading – please feel free to leave me a note!

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Points:

Babies Born: 2 = 10 points

Total Points = 10


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Chapter 0.6 – Party of Assorted Terrors

We now join the following program, already in progress!  :)  Welcome back to the Hurkyferd Prettacy  Last time Opus and Gertie hit the town, we had some Uli toddler spam and Uli learned some skills.  We left Opus stuck in the side yard at his boss’ mansion – on his way to a work party.  Stick around, we have an extra-large update going on.  Supersize me!

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Its been an hour since Opus arrived at the party – has he made it inside yet?

Opus:  *Hmmm…I can’t go out there with this nasty zit going on.  Let me just take care of it right quick*

Opus!  Its been an hour!  Go on and join the party.

Opus:  “Maybe I should head on back home and use some of Gertie’s pork rind and mayonnaise facial scrub.”

If you’ve been putting that on your face, I’m surprised you haven’t grown an extra head!  No wonder you are breaking out.  Now get out of the bathroom!

Opus: “At least I’m in the house, right?”

Opus. Get out there now….townie Sim parties don’t last very long.

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Opus rolls a Wish as he works his way through the Gooder mansion in the Starlight Shores hills.  It is to mooch a few Simoleons off his boss and Party hostess Anabelle Gooder.

Opus: “Lookit this house!”  *gets stars in eyes*  “That chimney back there is big enough to crawl in!  Anaballe can afford to loan me a few Simoleons!”

Opus, I don’t think it is smart to ask your BOSS for money.  Especially seeing as this is the very first time she’s graciously invited you into her home.

Opus:  “Oh my good gravy, look at that chandelier!  You think that is made of real diamonds?”

Opus, Opus, Opus.

Opus:  “You think this is one of those fireplaces I can transport through like on Harry Potter?”

Sure. Go ahead and try it out.

Opus:  *wipes soot of pants*  “Okay, that’s it.  I need a raise.  If she’s rolling in the dough like this, I need a cut of this action.”  *rolls wish to mooch a large amount of Simoleons off Anabelle*

Well, we now have two Wishes locked in to beg for money from your boss,  the party has been going on for 2 1/2 hours already and we haven’t seen one other Sim in the entire house.  Sounds like a winner of an evening to me! *rolls eyes*

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Opus is wandering this huge house looking for his boss – or any other live being – when he finally runs into someone.

Ernesto Gonzalez:  ” ‘Sup, man.”

Opus: “Hello there.  Hold up – do you wind if I do something really quick?”

Ernesto: “Wait…W-what?”

Opus:  “Ah, much better. “

Ernesto:  “WTH happened to my hat?”

Opus: “I have no idea what you are referring to sir”

*whistles and looks innocent*  Me either, Opus.  Let’s go find the hostess, shall we?

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Opus wanders into another one of the many rooms upstairs and finds this guy being hypnotized watching TV all by himself.

Bryce Savage:  “The Doll is watching.  The Doll knows all.”

Okay, he seems a bit strange BUT he’s the first gorgeous Sim I’ve encountered in Starlight Shores.  Too bad he’ll probably be a grandpa by the time Uli is old enough to marry him.

Opus: “What?  Are you talking about my BABY daughter?”

I have no idea what you mean.  *MUST HAVE BRYCE SAVAGE’s GENES!*

Bryce Savage:  “All hail the Doll.  All must bow to the Doll…..do not resist.”

The hell?

I then scroll around the room and find this doll watching Bryce watch TV.

Creepy Doll:  “Look into my eyes so that I can steal your soul.”

o____O

Bryce savage:  “All hail the Doll.”

Creepy Doll:  “Give me your soul!”

Holy moly, where did that doll come from??

Creepy Doll:  “I WILL EAT YOUR SOUL!!!!!!”

Creepy doll is creepy.   Thanks for the nightmares, EA!

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Shaking off the strange scene, Opus finally stumbles upon what I assume is Anabelle’s husband in the kitchen, working through his own nightmares apparently.

Mr. Gooder:  “My wife made hot dogs……”

Yes, those are hot dogs.

Mr. Gooder:  “But she never makes hot dogs for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”  *stares*

What is going on in this house?  Did someone drug the food?  Spike the punch?  Maybe Opus was on to something when he got stuck in the yard.  Sheesh!

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Spooked out of the kitchen, Opus is relieved (as am I) to finally find his hostess Anabelle.

Opus:  “Anabelle!  Thank you for inviting me. You have a lovely home.”

Oh, that was nice Opus.  Way to make an impression!  Good job.

Opus: “Now will you make me some nachos?”

x____x

Mr. Gooder:  “Wait, what?  Now she’s making nachos?”

Anabelle:  “Opus, you’re so funny!  You crack me up!”

Random Blonde Dude:  *WTH is up with that guys suit?  WTH is up with that guys FACE?*

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Before I can have Opus ask to mooch some money, Anabelle takes off into the bathroom.  Then she goes into the kitchen and makes two more servings of hot dogs  and burns a pan of mac n cheese (I kid you not).  This is now 4 hours into the party.   Opus gets bored and wanders off.

Opus:  “I don’t think I like this pool.”

Why not?

Opus:  “Well, I can’t put my finger on it. Its nice and big, the water is warm and it looks nice in the moonlight.  But I just feel so heavy, I can barely swim!”

Maybe its all that soaking wet polyester you are swimming in?

Opus:  “But I always swim in my formal leisure suit!  Doesn’t everyone?”‘

I got nothing.

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I track Anabelle down again.

Anabelle Gooder:  “What? I need to make more hot dogs.”

But you already have three servings in the kitchen.  AND an unfilled buffet table sitting in one of your dining rooms.  AND a burned pan of mac n cheese.  And there’s really no one left at this “party” besides Opus.

Anabelle:  “Your point?”

Can you stay in one place for a few minutes?  kthxbyebye

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Annabelle:  “Opus, I am so excited!  I got another new car!”

Opus: “How nice for you Anabelle.”

Annabelle:  “Of course, that makes 17 cars I now own.  I’ll be sick of it in a matter of months.  But that’s alright, I’ll just run out and get another one.”

Opus:  “That reminds me -“

Opus: “Can I bum a few Simoleons off you?”

Holding breath…..

Anabelle: “Of course!”

*phew*

Annabelle:  “Here’s one Simoleon.”

(!)

Opus:  “Er – can I bum a LOT of Simoleons off you?”

Annabelle: “Of course!  Here’s TEN Simoloens.”

Ten?  I figured a lot would be like 100 but I won’t complain.  At least she was a good sport about it.  And now that we’ve finally fulfilled those two Wishes, we can leave this party of assorted terrors and go home!

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The next morning…

Gertie:  “Hey, I feel funny.  Wha – oh!  I’m pregnant!”

Yes, Gertrude we already know that.  You just popped some more.

Gertie:  “I will have you baby and I will name you Trashcan!”

No, that’s a horrible name. Besides, all the kids this Generation need to have “U” in their names.

Gertie:  “GarbUge?”

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A lazy Sunday at the Hurkyferds.  Opus is still recovering from the party while Gertie gardens and Uli skills.

Uli: “Me wike book!”

Awwwww….she’s so cute to me now.  I hardly see the uggers anymore!

Uli:  “Mama pick apples.  Apples are wed!”

That’s right princess, apples are red!  Uli is the best little toddler, I must say.  She never cries and even though she has an IF, she gravitates to the skilling toys and books I leave out for her.  For my first non-playable toddler, I have to say it isn’t as hard as I thought it would be.  Either that, or she is that awesome!

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Gertie stops gardening to gather some more space rocks and gems.  Which we sell for almost 800 Simoleons!

Gertie:  “That’s right.  WHO’S the best damn rock collector this side of Sunset Valley?”  *flips hair*

You’re pretty spry for someone who’s almost ready to pop!

Gertie:  “I’m pretty spry for someone who is FABULOUS.  Hrmph  Popping don’t have nothing to do with it!”

That’s my diva.

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Later that night….

Gertie: *hops out of bed*  “OMG, that’s some wicked, wicked heartburn.”

Gertrude, I don’t think that is heartburn.

Gertie:  “I know my own body.  I just need to run around the yard a bit.”

Nope.  You’re in labor.

Gertie:  “Okay, maybe you’re right.”  *huffs* “This feels like labor.  I’m never going to be a 5-star chef if I keep having kids!”

Not the time to be worrying about your LTW, dear.

Note:  Notice the head in the lower left-hand corner?  That is the babysitter I called to watch Uli while Opus and Gertie go to the hospital.  Go take care of Uli for goodness sake! You aren’t helping anything screaming and flailing your arms around.

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Off to the hospital they go.

Gertie:  “I’m tired, I’m hungry, I need a shower and my uterus hurts.”

Opus:  “Just think Gert, we’re on our way to meet our new baby!”

Gertie:  *glares*

Opus, its probably best you just smile and nod and keep quiet.

Note the giant YELLOW Plumbob…I’m nothing if not consistent.  That is two-for-two pregnant mama yellows for me! :/

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A little while later.

Opus: “It’s a boy!!! Does he look like me?”

Gertie:  “I’m tired, I’m hungry, I need a shower and my uterus STILL hurts.”

Opus never entered the hospital for some reason, hence Gertie’s stinky attitude.

Opus:  “Tell everyone about our new son!”  *wipes tear*

Gertie:  Well, since no one else was with me, I named him Gus Hurkyferd.  He is so smart, I think he might be a Genius.  And I can tell just by looking at him he is going to be Artistic, like my Uncle Dusty.  I can’t wait to get him to make me a toilet-bowl flower planter!  Now, can we just go home please.”

Opus: “I’ll make it up to you Gertrude.  I don’t know what happened.  I couldn’t get in the door for some reason.”

Gertie: *ignores*

Trouble in paradise?  Or just pregnancy hormones in overdrive?

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Tune in next time to see if Gertie forgives Opus, how little Uli does with her hew baby brother and more shenanigans!  Thanks for reading and, as always, please feel free to leave me a note.

Points:

Babies Born: 2 = 10 points

Total Points = 10 (w00t!)

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