Kathleen spends her first days in the neighbourhood greeting as many passers-by as possible. Her aim is to fulfill her LTW of 20 Best Friends as soon as possible.
Seems the whole pregnancy thing just got worse, judging from the look on Sinead's face.
Oblivious to the birth proceedings, Val and Sean decide now is exactly the right time for a little light reading.
Men, who'd have 'em? Nice to see Padraig's fishing, and nowhere to be seen. What does he think he's doing? The last thing the baby, or Sinead for that matter, needs, is a nice plate of Bass with Squash. He couldn't even cook it anyway. The man's a menace!
The family, we'll nobody actually, welcomes the arrival of baby Aidan. He has alot of his Father in him by the looks of it. Let's hope looks, rather than personality and character, are genetically passed on. The couch just won't stand much more jumping on.
Sean is completely made up! "Your poor Mother, God rest her soul, gave me two beautiful little lassies before she passed on. But a man needs a son. Aww, will you just look at the little man. Look at his little fingers, it's a miracle, that's what it is!"
Kathleen siezes the opportunity to make another friend.
Oops. I think I might have made a rough decision on one of your chance cards. Sorry Kathleen, my bad! On the plus side, your social has almost bottomed out, so off to the phone with you. Call anyone, I guarantee by the end of the call you'll have another friend!
Aidan grows into a toddler, with the help of Granpa Sean. It might be possible to get the old dude into platinum for the first time ever, as he has a burning desire to potty train and teach his grandson to walk.
Hmmm, emptying potties doesn't sound like that much fun, but if it will keep the old guy happy, who am I to refuse?
Mission accomplished.
Having finally got a job in the Slacker career track, Padraig actually gets promoted. I'm not just amazed, I'm totally flabbergasted. Padraig is actually good at something?
Sinead sits Kathleen down for a game of chess, and a heart-to-heart. "I know you've got a new job working for the local crime syndicate. When were you going to tell me? Don't you think we all have a right to know that a criminal is living under our roof?"
Did you two have to have your chat outside? In the dark? At night? You don't make capturing the moment very easy for me sometimes.
"You just won't admit that your photo skills are as bad as your micro-management skills. And will you quit interupting when I'm trying to give Kathleen a piece of my mind. I mean some friendly advice!"
"Look Sinead, I'd love to settle down and give Dad another grandchild, but men are hardly beating down the door to take me out. As for the job, you know we need the money."
"I'm making lots of friends now, and as soon as something better comes up, who knows? Maybe I could go back to teaching someday?"
"I can't believe your a criminal Kathleen! Dad brought us up better than that?"
"Just don't come whining to me when you end up getting arrested. I won't be visiting you in jail, and nor will the rest of the family. I don't even think I'd tell Dad, the shock would kill him!"
Kathleen decides her sister may have a point. Maybe a life in crime isn't the best choice she's ever made. And why wait for a man to ask her on a date? Picking up the phone she dialled the first man in her personal phonebook. Unfortunately he was out! The best she could come up with at 10:30 at night was Kennedy Cox.
That's one heck of a nose Kathleen. I hope you know what you're doing, because I don't think that nose is recessive, genetically speaking. And I thought you didn't fancy men in shorts!
"If you view him head on he's not that bad, is he? There must be something about him, as suddenly I have two lightening bolts of attraction. Maybe I actually do like big noses and shorts, and just didn't realise it till now."
Just what you really need when you're after a dream date; Mrs. Crumplebottom readies the handbag and the razor sharp tongue for a spot of date dashing.
Despite the vitriol poured on them by the old hag ......
..... the pair end up engaged.
Nice work Kathleen, that's 8,000 aspiration points for your poor old Dad.
After a dream date, Kennedy moves in, adding $8,000 to the family funds. He also came with a fishtank and far more importantly .....
..... the ability to make Snapdragons.
I should hope so too! The man has a LTW to own 5 Top Level Businesses. Fortune Sims are the bane of my existence. And I warned you about mean sims, and the man's a flippin grumpy Scorpio. And he wears shorts.
"Will you stop already about the shorts. I already told you, the shorts don't matter. Anyways, it's too late to back out now. We're engaged."
It's only too late if I say it's too late. See how long he'd stick around if I invited Mr. Long over and forced you into a game of tongue wrestling with him. Just you remember who wears the trousers around here young lady. And it's not Mr Kennedy 'I want to own retail' Cox.
Kennedy fits in well around the place, and soon finds his spot by the side of the pool. It's back to usual then? The men get to recreate, the women get the dishes. So much for equality.
At least Kennedy's money came in handy. The house now has an upstairs and windows. No internal walls to seperate the bedrooms, but the girls are working on it.
"Don't under-estimate the fortune to be amassed by the selling of fish. Oh and I'm still after a spot of woo-hoo if you can manage it!"
Don't push it Val, but I'll do my best.
Just before we leave the house, Sinead makes it painfully obvious she's in the family way again.
I thought you swore 'never again' the last time
"Well, it's not that bad. I may even go for the impossible want of having 10 children. I'd best start amassing cooking points, as I think I fancy some cheesecake."
Over my dead body!
