Sunday morning was early for Brianna, who decided that she needed to spend some time at the easel. After all, what better way to remove the stresses of teaching but to spend some time working at something creative...and Brianna was artistic; she loved the feel of the brush in her hand and the satisfaction of creating something beautiful.
Plus on top of that, she knew that unless there was a painter in every single generation of this family, they wouldn't be able to keep the size of home that they had with the bills reaching §46K every single time that a bill showed up. They were paying §92K a week to live in this house...and they only received about §63K from their real estate investments, so something had to make up the shortfall.
The town kingpin who replaced the late and unlamented one was engaged in yet another nasty pile of ruckus when the Watcher decided to teach her a lesson, not that she'd remember it, but the Watcher just wanted to toss some rocks.
Yep...that turned the place where the kingpin was trying to extort funds out of into a shooting gallery.
"Stop trying to extort other sims!!!" I'm not sure if the kingpin understood what the Watcher was getting at because she was too busy trying to keep from being incinerated.
"Nothing like a little electrocution to get the point across"...
The Watcher sent Shigeo again over to go collect up all the space-rocks that were scattered all over the lot. It would have been fun to see the house explode. But oh, well, can't have everything. Once he was sufficiently frozen enough, he got sent home.
Braden and Greta did spend a lot of time smooching. After all, even though they were home, they were still feeling the effects of the honeymoon.
...and of course, their mom and dad were feeling rather frisky too.
...and all too soon it was time for dinner...
...and sleep.
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