Last day on Confessions of a Queenaholic was a bit hectic for our royal household. First Da Kween got to discover a new mystic potion shop and then she got an invitation for her very first party, from Gabrielle. At said party, it was the turn for Da Preenshe to celebrate his birthday and age up into a child. After said party, a sleep deprived Kween managed to go to bed, get out and faint next to her bed...
"Awwwwshiesh, meh heed doesh shooo mutsh peen."
It wasn't my idea to crawl out of bed just to faint.
"Ah wehl, lesh jusht crawl eento bed ageen. Gewd nait!"
Good night, and watch out for Da Preenshe's hands.
"Ugh, Ai musht gow aut and get reddie for weurk naw."
Making the bed, as usual...
"Butt fewrsht, lesh dew shum denshiesh. Wheeeee!"
"An naw Aimma owf to wurk laik a wiener!"
"...Mawmee Kween? Where aar you?"
Off to work, I reckon?
"Aww noesh, da bewd mahnshter eet her fewr brekfasht!"
"Dew nawt paneek! Dew nawt paneek. Dew nawt paneek..."
It's kinda adorable when you're nervous like that.
"Meebee Ai shewld jewsht go pipi."
"Takshee, hier eet eesh!"
"Hmm, eetsh bien a whaayl sheenshe Ai wohrket heere."
Time flies. Almost nostalgic.
"Lesh jewsht go an dew eet ageen.."
"Yuppersh."
"Firsht dee of shkewl!"
Be careful and don't slip out though!
"Naw, Aim fain... Jusht be carefawhl een clash..."
Well, your mother also did surprisingly fine socialising, so looks shouldn't matter too much...
"Well heer eet eesh..."
Just be yourself and be nice and social and you should be fine.
"Heer goesh..."
A few hours latèrre.
"Bwaaah, almosh gawt dat promooshun! WAAAH!"
Feckeroo.
"An Aim shteel shooo taaiyurd!"
I get why. Still, why didn't you just stay IN bed?
"But Ai musht reed few mai jawb, shooo... Jusht gawna dew dat."
Logically..
"Hey, where did the office building go?"
"Hmmshiesh?"
"Nevermind, it's rendered back again."
"Greet. Naw letsh moi ried in piesh."
How about sitting down first?
"Shhhh..."
Meanwhile, Da Preenshe did well at making a new friend. It's Adèle's daughter, Sandy. Like mother, like child.
"Waaaaah, mummy's dead waaaah!"
Poor thing. Do your best on cheering her up, little boy...
Also, gonna miss Adèle. A wonderful friend.
"Awr you ookie?"
"Not so much..."
"Ai cahn trai and tyeer you uwp."
Just being social like that exactly!
Sims logic at it's best again, a school bus turning around in the middle of the road.
And then a car comes, while Caillou clone runs away in a hurry...
This might gonna crash.....
CRRRAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........................
Or not. It's the Sims.
Anyway, at what was the Winterly House just 5 seconds ago, but now they moved. And yet they still go home there.
"Waaah, I'm still super sad that mummy's buried underneath a stone!"
"And that the Grim Reaper chopped off her head! Waaah!"
"Hee, shall wie heng owt toogedder?"
"Sure."
"Ai feewl shuper shorrie fer you dat yewr mummie eesh ded. She wash a cloowshe frewnd of moi mummy Kween ash well."
"Ash? Noo, not the urns!"
"Whoashiesh?"
Uh oh, not good...
"WRAAAH Maybe they're gonna burn the body and put her in an urn!"
"Oioioi sheeesh!"
"Downt get engrie, you shtartewl moi!"
"... Sorry... I'm just super upset..."
You saved your ass outta there well, Preenshe.
"Nah, lesh jusht gawship."
"Hmm."
"Laik, shoo meny shelebberteesh araund da Shpreengsh. Itsh eentereshting."
"Lesh pull shum funnie feeshesh naw!"
"Lalalalala."
"Have yew heawrd abaut da bawtel shtooree?"
"No?"
"Eet wash wreetten bai a kwill!"
"Bwahahahaha!"
Kids these days, just no clue about their interests or tastes anymore.
"Tshakkalakkalottataaa!!!"
Meanwhile, in the background...
"Hewf you hierd abaut da shtoree of da worm rieding bewksh? He wash hewked!"
"Bwahahahahaa!"
At least that joke had some clue to it.
"Heeya Hewctar wanna deet meh?"
"Busy at my job, sorry."
"Aww, Ai hevent sheen you few deeysh, an whut eef you daai?"
"........."
I feel sorry for them.
"Lewk at mee Aim Mishie Vee!"
"Lawshee weeth moi heirshtailie!"
"Haha, close enough."
Such nerve, while Missy V. is running by there. Good boy.
Meanwhile, Da Kween is going to the inn again...
"Blalalalalalalalaaah!"
"Lududududududud!... But I'm still super sad that mummy is dead."
"Dawnt bee, shesh got teecketsh for da shteerceesh tew heffun."
HefFUN, nicely said!
Da Kween has arrived.
"TECK! Yew're eet!"
Catching some Z's over there...
"Cetsh meh eef you ken!"
"Haha, got you!"
"Bwegh, you gawt moi."
"Imma joining!"
"Oh sheet, gawtta dew homwerk."
And thus, Da Preenshe is entering an empty house. Such a big crime.
"Bwagh... 1+1 eesh... 4?"
"1x1 eesh... 4834628?"
"Nah, dat shewld get moi shum Eesh."
"Ai shteel am werreed abawt Hewcturr. Ai wanna cawl heem."
"Hee Hewctor, wanna gew anna deet?"
"... Sorry, I'm tired of working... I'm just getting old..."
"Awwwshiesh..."
I feel really bad. Tomorrow you're gonna bring him a visit.
"Huff huff.. gawta.. be... at.. Mummy.. huff.. Kween.. befawr... huff.. curfew.."
"Heya Lawnee wanna tawlk?"
"Oh golly, how marvellous!"
Annnd, that's where the picture stream stopped, so we'll have to cut it off here for now.. Will Da Kween ever go on another date with Hector again? Will Da Preenshe get to the inn in time for curfew? How will their academic and professional lives fare? We'll have to see that next time. BYE!
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