The Brindleton Bay docks at night.
I dunno; my brain is stuck therefore I cannot think of anything else. Oh, not sims. Another sister popped up, a lovely person who will probably visit this summer. Well, you know the Cracker Box. I’m mentally rebuilding the thing; painting, new rugs, some plants…. a new master bath redo would be grand, since I took a sledgehammer to the original and it sits… like a demented shell of the room it was… with a toilet. I would never take out a toilet willy-nilly.
What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Sims.
Another sister? That’s very cool!
Quit worrying about the house. Do what you can and know that anyone who comes to visit is coming for YOU, not the house. It’s…you.
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You’re right; of course you’re right. Logically. And she’s not the type to judge based on silly things like where one lives.