tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27753993493992796532011-09-17T00:33:25.074-07:00A Sims2 StoryFranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760182137613038898noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775399349399279653.post-27321586497774930572008-05-06T12:11:00.000-07:002008-05-11T13:48:07.415-07:00<center>(no pic.)</center><br /><br />"Are you alright?" A male voice asked<br />I didn't answer, couldn't answer, not now...<br />And again, a male voice "I'm worried about you."<br />If you can read my mind, then go do it, but it seems he can't read minds...<br />I crawled to the couch, getting on the couch, and going to sleep again...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxp4jic0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XhtGDUjgfzs/s1600-h/pic+2.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197349303099749186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxp4jic0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/XhtGDUjgfzs/s400/pic+2.png" border="0" /></a><br />I woke up, felt like there was something wrong...<br />I was smaller then I used to be...<br />The good thing is, I don't see blurry anymore...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxGYjiczI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RPxqxe4njnc/s1600-h/pic+3.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197348693214393138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxGYjiczI/AAAAAAAAAFk/RPxqxe4njnc/s400/pic+3.png" border="0" /></a>He gave me something to eat, but I didn't understand what to do with it, did't smell like food to me anyway...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxFojicyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Xp7bCGBoR8/s1600-h/pic+4.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197348680329491234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxFojicyI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0Xp7bCGBoR8/s400/pic+4.png" border="0" /></a>He made a phone call...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxEojicxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BDY7EbrPm5c/s1600-h/pic+5.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197348663149622034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxEojicxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BDY7EbrPm5c/s400/pic+5.png" border="0" /></a>there was knock on the door.<br />A female doctor walked over to me, asking things...<br />one answer, and it was on where my House is, but only because I know she needs it...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxD4jicwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vcUxKRlfrnc/s1600-h/pic+6.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197348650264720130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxD4jicwI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vcUxKRlfrnc/s400/pic+6.png" border="0" /></a>"There's nothing I can do here," she said.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxDojicvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CHTCq9R4h8c/s1600-h/pic+7.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197348645969752818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/SCCxDojicvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/CHTCq9R4h8c/s400/pic+7.png" border="0" /></a>She took her cellphone, and said "I need an ambulance here."<br /><br />The ambulance arrived...<br /><br /><center>***To be continued***</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2775399349399279653-2732158649777493057?l=sims2lifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760182137613038898noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775399349399279653.post-60708267227674056702008-03-25T13:30:00.000-07:002008-03-25T14:08:28.729-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ll0lIo3wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/StV2DD0Qg98/s1600-h/1a.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ll0lIo3wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/StV2DD0Qg98/s400/1a.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181784800262414082" /></a>"But, I don't have money to do that..." I said <br />"Well, I have..." she told me <br />"I'm not going to use your money..." I told her <br />"But, I'm hungry too..." she said <br />"fine, but only if you pay it..." I said <br />She smiled, and said "OK..."<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljhlIo3rI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nsIOLgKBZbM/s1600-h/pic+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljhlIo3rI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nsIOLgKBZbM/s400/pic+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181782274821643954" /></a>With an evil-smile Fran looked at me, and she had a piece of paper...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljh1Io3sI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XPOsw2Qnyrk/s1600-h/pic+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljh1Io3sI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XPOsw2Qnyrk/s400/pic+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181782279116611266" /></a>I looked at the paper, the paper read:<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljiFIo3tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/At79B5PprwY/s1600-h/Image4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljiFIo3tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/At79B5PprwY/s400/Image4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181782283411578578" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljiVIo3uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OwRAFaKIuzw/s1600-h/pic+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-ljiVIo3uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OwRAFaKIuzw/s400/pic+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181782287706545890" /></a>And as the paper said I passed out...<br /><br /><center>***</center><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-lji1Io3vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cGigWFS9rAY/s1600-h/pic+6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-lji1Io3vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cGigWFS9rAY/s400/pic+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181782296296480498" /></a>I woke up, looked arround, it wasn't a place that I have seen before... <br />But, were is the kitchen?<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liAlIo3iI/AAAAAAAAADM/0sor-04utsw/s1600-h/pic+6a.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liAlIo3iI/AAAAAAAAADM/0sor-04utsw/s400/pic+6a.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181780608374332962" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liBFIo3jI/AAAAAAAAADU/HmMjgHMuDjM/s1600-h/pic+7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liBFIo3jI/AAAAAAAAADU/HmMjgHMuDjM/s400/pic+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181780616964267570" /></a>Someone is standing in front of something...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liBVIo3kI/AAAAAAAAADc/0fpTY4L8Wvk/s1600-h/pic+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liBVIo3kI/AAAAAAAAADc/0fpTY4L8Wvk/s400/pic+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181780621259234882" /></a>The person who was standing in front of something, started walking my way...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liBlIo3lI/AAAAAAAAADk/6-ILugyn2II/s1600-h/pic+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liBlIo3lI/AAAAAAAAADk/6-ILugyn2II/s400/pic+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181780625554202194" /></a>I closed my eyes and opened then again...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liCVIo3mI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wk9W8ypTxbI/s1600-h/pic+10.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-liCVIo3mI/AAAAAAAAADs/Wk9W8ypTxbI/s400/pic+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181780638439104098" /></a>I want to go home, and I feel like I know the way,<br />I tried to get off the couch, but my legs can't carry me...<br /><br /><center>***To be continued***</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2775399349399279653-6070826722767405670?l=sims2lifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760182137613038898noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775399349399279653.post-58995732389868498902008-03-19T03:26:00.000-07:002008-03-19T06:03:24.355-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdHTJYPI/AAAAAAAAACs/dUcFLf0-fQQ/s1600-h/pic+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdHTJYPI/AAAAAAAAACs/dUcFLf0-fQQ/s400/pic+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179398456884158706" /></a>Ooops!!! I forgot to introduce myself and my family...<br />Lets begin with me :<br />I am Areya, and my father sucks!<br />Next my sister :<br />Amaya is a little girl and kind...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdHTJYQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Uq-ejCmvcpo/s1600-h/pic+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdHTJYQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Uq-ejCmvcpo/s400/pic+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179398456884158722" /></a>Next My mom :<br />Alma (I hate that name!)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdXTJYRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yanhJmznrR8/s1600-h/pic+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdXTJYRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yanhJmznrR8/s400/pic+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179398461179126034" /></a>Next my father :<br />Almar, he sucks! (And I hate that name too!)<br />He's the biggest fu...er...sucker in the world! <br /><br /><center>***</center><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdXTJYSI/AAAAAAAAADE/B1mWQwY8SJs/s1600-h/pic+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DrdXTJYSI/AAAAAAAAADE/B1mWQwY8SJs/s400/pic+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179398461179126050" /></a>I went to a nightclub to get out of the house...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqsXTJYKI/AAAAAAAAACE/opd9EPWYfbE/s1600-h/pic+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqsXTJYKI/AAAAAAAAACE/opd9EPWYfbE/s400/pic+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179397619365535906" /></a>I meet a girl, a teen like me...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqsnTJYLI/AAAAAAAAACM/pdx2H-JEQ78/s1600-h/pic+6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqsnTJYLI/AAAAAAAAACM/pdx2H-JEQ78/s400/pic+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179397623660503218" /></a>We made friends...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqtHTJYMI/AAAAAAAAACU/S9Z_0kXiFGY/s1600-h/pic+7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqtHTJYMI/AAAAAAAAACU/S9Z_0kXiFGY/s400/pic+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179397632250437826" /></a>We talked about my life,<br />And about her life...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqtHTJYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/op2F5G2gSIo/s1600-h/pic+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqtHTJYNI/AAAAAAAAACc/op2F5G2gSIo/s400/pic+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179397632250437842" /></a>We danced...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqvHTJYOI/AAAAAAAAACk/3OUQzFMdT68/s1600-h/pic+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R-DqvHTJYOI/AAAAAAAAACk/3OUQzFMdT68/s400/pic+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179397666610176226" /></a>"I have to go, you can come with me..." I said<br />"why do you have to go?" she asked<br />"well, I'm hungry..." I answered<br />"But you can eat here..." she said<br /><br /><center>***To be continued***</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2775399349399279653-5899573238986849890?l=sims2lifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760182137613038898noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2775399349399279653.post-22372393790394756282008-03-03T04:57:00.001-08:002008-03-03T05:14:17.403-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2iJzfvHI/AAAAAAAAABA/UlpN6VS49I4/s1600-h/pic+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2iJzfvHI/AAAAAAAAABA/UlpN6VS49I4/s400/pic+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499663573040242" /></a>My mom and father loved each other...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2ipzfvII/AAAAAAAAABI/92ySEPT2B1o/s1600-h/pic+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2ipzfvII/AAAAAAAAABI/92ySEPT2B1o/s400/pic+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499672162974850" /></a>Till that one day, my mom found my father kissing some one else,<br /><br />and not only kissing...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2jJzfvJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/obFraJbIHdQ/s1600-h/pic+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2jJzfvJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/obFraJbIHdQ/s400/pic+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499680752909458" /></a>Mom cried I could feel it...<br />I ran to mom...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2jZzfvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/x1MjE7NwMig/s1600-h/pic+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2jZzfvKI/AAAAAAAAABY/x1MjE7NwMig/s400/pic+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499685047876770" /></a>Hugged mom, yelled at father...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2jpzfvLI/AAAAAAAAABg/76Dp4hvXRTc/s1600-h/pic+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2jpzfvLI/AAAAAAAAABg/76Dp4hvXRTc/s400/pic+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499689342844082" /></a>Father got up from the bed...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2EZzfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8Knz9ODDS-k/s1600-h/pic+6.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2EZzfvCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8Knz9ODDS-k/s400/pic+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499152471931938" /></a>He tied to punch me, but I kicked him. How could I let him punch me?<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2EpzfvDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7-KE2WFe2Q0/s1600-h/pic+7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2EpzfvDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7-KE2WFe2Q0/s400/pic+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499156766899250" /></a>Father fell down on the floor...<br /><br />(He got hurt how sad. SO NOT!)<br /><br /><center>***</center><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2FJzfvEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JdWadwrABKo/s1600-h/pic+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2FJzfvEI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JdWadwrABKo/s400/pic+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499165356833858" /></a>I went to bed...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2FZzfvFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EZvvi4oxYUk/s1600-h/pic+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2FZzfvFI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EZvvi4oxYUk/s400/pic+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499169651801170" /></a>The next morning I woke up, went down the stairs to have some breakfast...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2F5zfvGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QQeiNajrP8k/s1600-h/pic+10.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4cWl4HLtjvk/R8v2F5zfvGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/QQeiNajrP8k/s400/pic+10.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173499178241735778" /></a>I found mom lying on the couch with a baby-belly...<br /><br /><center>***To be continued***</center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2775399349399279653-2237239379039475628?l=sims2lifesucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Franhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00760182137613038898noreply@blogger.com16