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Dear Kitty.

Thank you SO much for wigging out the veterinary staff last week - to the point they slapped a "extremely aggressive" sticker on your cage and refused to touch you. That means your claws did not get clipped, and they sent the Soft Paws kit home with us in the hope we'd be able to do it ourselves.

This morning, in your glee to attack Jim's wet hair, you missed, and clawed him but good by accident. Nice going. Thanks for making us all late while we patch him up, wrap you up and clip your claws on the spot. We'll make time for the manicure tonight, lady.

Go ahead. Hiss at me. I'll make a muff out of you. Really really.

Love (and brother, it has to be at this point), me.

Dear Honey.

I don't know what possessed you to put the towel the dog slept on last night on the towel rack where it was the only thing I could grab running out of the shower this morning - but thanks. I needed a facefull of dog hair and funk first thing this morning. Thank God it was my face I dried first. I guess.

Next time, not the towel rack. Okay?

Love, me.

Dear Tuesday.

You're Tuesday. Not Monday. Get with the program.

No love whatsoever.

Me.

--

Very quickly, because work is still demanding more than the norm - received my copy of Sims2:Open for Business on Friday, and got to install and try it out on Sunday. Tried it out on the "test bed" - my playing version is still on the Mac, with only University available - so I try out everything on the other, full PC install I got for Jim to work with.

Uh.

Adding OFB? I didn't have to reinstall like Eppie did (my_sims_reality) - thankfully. But. Let me offer a metaphor.

It's the same car. But now? It has four steering wheels, eight foot pedals that have to be managed all at the same time and has four stereo systems going full blast on different stations. I didn't save any of my work or experiments - it was pretty abysmal. I'm going to need the guide to figure out what has to be managed, and figure out how to work it all in.

There are some nice things that were added - management, wise. You can now rename a lot. You can now make a "group meal" - which looks like a single serving, but everyone can go get some - you don't have to serve it to get multiple portions. And the choices are nice - the first try was berry pie. PIE. Yay pie. Pie pie pie. *ahem*

New hairstyles, particularly for the guys.

I'm wondering how University-educated Sims will do with their own businesses - oh, and you want to have twins? Cheesecake. *winks*

And now, the Mac is two expansions packs behind. Again. I tried making my own terrain map using Sim City 4 - boy, that was scary. NO camera pullback. I'll try using a bigger grid - but that was scary. I could see the intersection of one pair of streets, period. Not playable. Scaaaary.

I have, however, emptied my Sim bin in Pleasantview. Yay, me. I'm already targeting some of the pairings building in University to move over to Havenwood, the new neighborhood, when they graduate. Wow, I may need to build some community lots.

When work is not eating my brain alive, that is.

Dear Kitty.

Thank you SO much for wigging out the veterinary staff last week - to the point they slapped a "extremely aggressive" sticker on your cage and refused to touch you. That means your claws did not get clipped, and they sent the Soft Paws kit home with us in the hope we'd be able to do it ourselves.

This morning, in your glee to attack Jim's wet hair, you missed, and clawed him but good by accident. Nice going. Thanks for making us all late while we patch him up, wrap you up and clip your claws on the spot. We'll make time for the manicure tonight, lady.

Go ahead. Hiss at me. I'll make a muff out of you. Really really.

Love (and brother, it has to be at this point), me.

Dear Honey.

I don't know what possessed you to put the towel the dog slept on last night on the towel rack where it was the only thing I could grab running out of the shower this morning - but thanks. I needed a facefull of dog hair and funk first thing this morning. Thank God it was my face I dried first. I guess.

Next time, not the towel rack. Okay?

Love, me.

Dear Tuesday.

You're Tuesday. Not Monday. Get with the program.

No love whatsoever.

Me.

--

Very quickly, because work is still demanding more than the norm - received my copy of Sims2:Open for Business on Friday, and got to install and try it out on Sunday. Tried it out on the "test bed" - my playing version is still on the Mac, with only University available - so I try out everything on the other, full PC install I got for Jim to work with.

Uh.

Adding OFB? I didn't have to reinstall like Eppie did (my_sims_reality) - thankfully. But. Let me offer a metaphor.

It's the same car. But now? It has four steering wheels, eight foot pedals that have to be managed all at the same time and has four stereo systems going full blast on different stations. I didn't save any of my work or experiments - it was pretty abysmal. I'm going to need the guide to figure out what has to be managed, and figure out how to work it all in.

There are some nice things that were added - management, wise. You can now rename a lot. You can now make a "group meal" - which looks like a single serving, but everyone can go get some - you don't have to serve it to get multiple portions. And the choices are nice - the first try was berry pie. PIE. Yay pie. Pie pie pie. *ahem*

New hairstyles, particularly for the guys.

I'm wondering how University-educated Sims will do with their own businesses - oh, and you want to have twins? Cheesecake. *winks*

And now, the Mac is two expansions packs behind. Again. I tried making my own terrain map using Sim City 4 - boy, that was scary. NO camera pullback. I'll try using a bigger grid - but that was scary. I could see the intersection of one pair of streets, period. Not playable. Scaaaary.

I have, however, emptied my Sim bin in Pleasantview. Yay, me. I'm already targeting some of the pairings building in University to move over to Havenwood, the new neighborhood, when they graduate. Wow, I may need to build some community lots.

When work is not eating my brain alive, that is.