Celebration

I apologize in advance for the inordinate abundance of pictures. A lot happened this week, and I mean a lot. Now if nothing happened last week and I got 100 photos, you can only imagine this week. So, I apologize now.

Sydney Gray
Generation 2 Heiress
Aspiration: Popularity
Star Sign: Libra
2/9/2/8/5

Let's get back to that party and see what happened.

Alright, go Sydney! You're getting better and better at these parties!

I still wish the police weren't so pissy about it. It was only 11:00! No teenager goes to bed at 11.
I know, but rules are rules.

At least it gave me a chance to spend some time with my brother. He taught me how to play chess.
That's nice. I wonder if he cheated.



Wow, Brooklyn, you're on a roll! That's five skills.
Good thing too. I don't know how much longer I'm for this world.
Don't talk like that. You just aged days ago.
Days for you, years for me.



Hey! Remember to vote for me in the elections! I wish Dad would get off my back about getting married. I'll get married when I feel the time is right.
Just one day I'd like to not get held up by her. Just one day.

Now I'm thankful she wasn't like this as an adult. I'd be up to my armpits in Gen 2 babies by now.

Well, looks like you had a good day.
Any day I am recognized for my genius is a good day.
Narcissistic much?

Wow, good days all around.
They voted me into Congress. I. Am. Awesome.
And apparently narcissism runs in the family.



Oh Brooklyn! It's been so long since I've seen you. I have to tell you what happened when I ran into that poser Sandy the other day...
That's nice, dear.
Melissa might as well stop. It's a conditioned response.



I never thought my suitcase would be so heavy. I wonder if a lawyer's suitcase is so heavy.
Not till Seasons.
What?
What?
Not you, her.
Her who?
...You can't hear her?
Sydney, I can't hear anyone. Are you alright?
Sorry, forgot to tell you Syd: only people living in this house can hear me.
So now you've got him thinking I'm crazy because you forgot to tell me only we can hear you. Thanks a lot.
You're not helping by continuing to talk to me.
Sorry about that. Now as I was saying-
Um, Syd?
What?
You're standing very close to me.

What's wrong? I always stand this close to you. Is this because I'm an adult now? I'm just a little taller, and I've got boobs, but I'm no different.
Um, yeah, I-uh, I noticed.

Oh come on, what are you acting so shy about?
I just think that this is hardly appropriate-
What? Appropriate?
We're probably right in your father's line of sight.
Oh? If he's spying, he can catch an eyeful of this.



Why is Sydney getting her first kiss now? Oh yeah, I had InTeen installed.

Don't worry, I won't go into a bad rendition of a love song. People might actually hear me this time.

I'm surprised that Bronx can max his skills and keep up a high GPA at the same time.
Very interesting dear.
By the way, yes, they were in his line of sight, but he was occupied as you see.

Speaking of skills, congrats Bronx! You will still be amenable to using the telescope, right?
Of course.
Amena-huh?
Don't worry about it Remi.



We support the green movement.
What!? Oh come on, we worked hard for those points!
Bronx has a friend. And it's male!
I'm tired.
...I'm sorry?
I said I'm tired.
No, I meant that I am sorry that you're tired.
...Oh. I think I'll take a shower.

How YOU doin'?
Whoa!
That was awfully quick for a shower.

What is this? Brooklyn, you actually look... sheepish. Embarrassed, even! With all the crap you and Remi pull, I'm shocked.
We keep our uh, "escapades" confined to the house. Sydney, on the other hand, seems to want to flaunt her relationships to the world.
Well, she is a human being. I'd be more worried about Bronx than what the world will think of Sydney. He seems to have no libido.
He's found the pure joy of learning.
You've found the love of a man as well.
Can we not talk about that here?
*facepalm*

Oh my!
Sydney, as much as you're (and I'm) reveling in flaunting your adulthood, I don't want any heart attacks. I don't want the visitor death hit.
What?
And your boyfriend looks like he needs air.

Ow! That hurt! What'd you do that for? You're no better than my brother!
Yeah, what'd you do that for? Actually Sydney, I think the only people worse than Bronx are Komei Tellerman and Joe Carr.
Who're they?
Uh-oh. Nobody!
Syd, I needed air! I couldn't get your attention normally! I really am sorry!
Now how do I fix this one? I may have to watch out for this man. Syd, he probably did that so he could take a breath. You can't blame him for wanting to live, right?
I guess. And now that I think I've seen the worst he will do, and he was sorry, it's time.
Time? Time for what?

Cross your fingers for me.
Pao Mellon, I love you like nobody's business. I've greatly treasured our friendship, and I'd like up to move on in life together.
That's...nice, Syd.
So, will you marry me?
Well, I'm a fool, but I didn't see that coming.
Syd, I just don't know. Your father would have my head if he knew.
Dad will find out anyway, and I don't care what he says...Please?
Oh what the heck. Decorum and Remington be-
Hey!
I'll marry you, girl!
Congratulations you two!
Now that we are in the throes of pre-wedded bliss, how about we skip the formalities and get you two hitched?
Only if I can throw a party.
Done.
Alright, I'll call the caterer.
And I'll take care of the moving.
...Who IS she talking to? Syd? Where are you going?



Are you ready?
Not at all. But when are we ever ready for a change this big?
You change your mind?
Not a chance. Besides, Remington would hurt me more if I left you at the altar.
I'm telling you, Dad doesn't care.
Can we get on with the ceremony please?
Alright, alright.
Sydney, who are you talking to?
*sigh* He'll be able to hear you after this right?
Clear as a bell.
Fine. Pao, ask me again in five minutes.





Remi doesn't look angry at all. Looks like the next-generation husband had nothing to worry about. Um, Brooklyn? The ceremony is this way.

Now it's time to party!




Do I really want to know why you're taking a bath in our tub?


Awesome! The first roof-raiser in the house. I heard the woo-hoo quick tip, but Brooklyn and Remi actually wanted to interact with people.
Congratulations on your fantabulous party, Sydney.
I like that word. I'm using it from now on.
My first roof-raiser! Um, "our" first roof-raiser.
Syd, we're gonna be late!
Wait for me!
In case you were wondering, she made it.

After the honeymoon:
Syd, what'd you leap into my arms for?
You're supposed to carry me across the threshold, silly!
That's a fairytale. Besides, doesn't work so well when the house is willed to you.
Aww, you're no fun.
Syd, get down. I need to borrow him for a bit.
Fine.
Who said that?
Oh yeah, he hasn't heard me yet. I'm the voice Syd's been talking to.
So you've been talking to a disembodied voice this whole time?
She's just been there. My whole life. It's not so strange when you've been born in the house.
I'll take your word for it.

Nothing against you, but I had to change your look. I did this to Remi too.
They weren't married when they moved here?
Nope, Brooklyn moved here alone. Remi was her maid. Funny, isn't it? You're not the first one plucked out of NPC-ness.
So, how is it?
Never thought it would be my style, but it's ok.
Soooo...now what?
I'd like to learn another skill.
If I can find something you're NOT maxed on...body works. Knock yourself out, champ.

Wow, and fit already! Remi could take a page from you.



Not new.
New. Weren't you cheering them on at some point?
I was? Ewww.
Oh, get over it.



It's about time we consummated our marriage.
I'm definitely up for consummation.
Let me turn around first.
Thank you.
I love those doodads. Wait a minute, I heard no chimes. What gives? Your mom was fertile ground. And I guess Remi had something to do with it.
Got me. I'm not necessarily complaining, even though having a child might be nice sometime in the future.
Having a child is better right now.



And where do you think you're going?
Work.
But I need Sydney pregnant! Come on, you want a kid!
How'd you know?
As far as you're concerned, I'm God.
Crap, I'm gonna be late if I keep standing here. Bye God.
You're being smart, aren't you?



I'm buff and fit!
Good boy Bronx. I'd move out of the bathroom for special moments like this. Especially when there's a yucky bathtub behind you.




Skill six! You're almost done, Brooklyn!
I know. Now just to learn how to cook better.
You've been spoiled, having Remi, Grade A chef around.




And there's our replacement. Hi Sheldon!




Holy moly, a family meal.



Oh good, you're home. I'd like Sydney with child before sunset.
Man, you're a taskmaster.
Yes I am. And before I forget:

Pao (Mellon) Gray
Generation 2 Spouse
Aspiration: Popularity
Star Sign: Leo
8/4/7/4/2

I feel very out of place.
When you're sitting between two knowledge sims, everyone feels out of place.



Yay! I'd tell Sydney to get ready for another party, but she's busy. Might as well let her enjoy it, since she'll never get another night quite like this again.



Finally the chimes. After six tries! That's serious. Good thing you aren't family.



Oh, she's awake now. Sydney? Nevermind. Hello generation 3. Wow, this is the farthest I've ever gotten with a legacy.

You make a possibly pregnant woman exercise?
Brooklyn did while she was pregnant.
Mom actually likes sweating! I don't! Nobody wants to hang around a stinky, sweaty person.
Well, Syd, it's either that or-
Again? I don't remember Brooklyn getting this sick.
You know, there's no need to slam doors in my face.




Hmm. Brooklyn with a book, Sydney with a magazine. I'm sure that this could have far-reaching implications, but I'm too lazy to find them.
Done.
Done as in, you've finished maxing your last skill?
Yes. Ask me anything.
I believe you. Awesome!




Syd? Are you okay? ...Is it my breath?
No, she's pregnant. Thanks.

Can I assume you're okay?
Can't you tell by the food flying everywhere?

Speaking of food, congrats my man! And there's Christy! I never see her in other neighborhoods!



Alright, Bronx, no more homework and getting handcuffed for sneaking out! You're growing up to adult in the next 24 hours! How do you feel?
Okay, I guess. I have to get a job, don't I?
Maybe. If you don't die first.
What was that?
Nothing.
I'll get the party guests!
Another Gray party begins. And what is a Gray party without inappropriate dancing? Remi, move away from your son.
Wow, that's a sour face.
These aren't MY friends, these are Sydney's friends. Sophie and Tosha and Alvin, those are MY friends.
And they are mysteriously missing. Well, Christy isn't a friend of any of them, if it makes you feel better.
Who's Christy?
The one in the bathing suit.
I don't see anyone in a bathing suit.
That's cause you're busy glaring at your sister.

Just make a wish, sourpuss.
Fine, I wish that Sydney would stop using me as an excuse to throw parties.
*sigh*
Hopefully when you become an adult, you'll stop caring. I don't want all this animosity around a pregnant woman.

Why is the floor sparkling?
Just go with it, Bronx. It makes things a lot easier.
Hey!
A white suit? I never bought that!
Who cares? I still look good in it.
For once, I won't argue with you. I actually agree.
Wow, your nose is big.
Shut up.

Bronx Gray
Generation 2 spare heir
Aspiration: Knowledge
Star Sign: Gemini
2/9/9/8/1

What is it, Sydney?
I'm dressed in this horrible combination and I look like I drink beer.
That's called pregnancy. Maybe Bronx was right about you being a drama queen.

Get down with your bad selves!
Oh get over it. If I have my way, both of you will be in that position yourselves.

Party over.
And it was still a good time. In your face, Kauker! Hey, where's Sydney?
Oh. Good night Syd.



Now Bronx, come here.
An adult doesn't just go around with a hat on his head all the time. He usually has nice hair, and you have some nice hair hidden under this hat. See?
Thanks. I look even better. I could pick up any chick.
Oh my God, he thinks about women. There might be hope for you yet. Your parents want me to help you. Badly. How about that Christy lady?
What? Christy?
You didn't see her the entire time? Oh boy. Pao, do me a favor and call up Christy.
You didn't do that all through childhood, and you wanna play in the tub now? Get out of there.

Uh, hi. I'm Bronx.
I know, I was at your party.
You were? Wow, she was right.
Told ya.
Who was right?
Um, the lady, told me you were there.
...Sydney?
Just let her think that.
Wow, I love your hair, it's so shiny.
Thanks. I guess it runs in the family.
...Was the joke that funny?
Let's ask an expert.
Pao, was the joke that funny?
No, it's never that funny, but a big laugh always makes the joker like you more.
Hey!
And there you have it.
Well, I like your hair too.
Really? Thank you.



Eastern Eats! I love Chinese.
$10000? Thank you so much.



Why is she hanging over my shoulder?
Sydney, it's time for a shower. You're creeping your mother out.

Hey I think the baby's coming!
Why are you naked? Get a towel or something!
Oh, I guess not. I just look like I'm growing watermelons in my stomach.
Sydney!
What?
Clothes!
Oh.
Better?
Much.



*sigh* Get over it Christy. Finally someone who won't bat an eye. Although he's staring a bit intently. Remi? Remi?



Huh? Why in the world did you get a job, Brooklyn?
Bored.
You had the novel to keep you busy.
Not busy enough.
For that you should've never retired.
Gross as usual.
Bye Brooklyn.
Back already? That was quick. A promotion too? Great.
I still got it.



Bronx? When did you two move to the hot tub?
Shhh.
Why?
Oh, not you Christy.



Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!
I think that means we have our first child of generation 3.
Whoa, what's that screeching noise?
Bronx, if I were you, I'd leave. Now.
Sydney, is it really that bad?
YES!!!
Daddy, make it stop.
I don't know what to do! Ask your mother.
Mommy, make it stop.
I'm sorry Sydney, but this is something you have to endure on your own.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!
Another one with the Gray eyes! But with brown hair. Boy or girl?
Boy.


And everyone gets a baby doodad. Wait a minute, where's Bronx?
Oh. You weren't there a moment ago.
My sweet boy.
Food time!
Bed time!
Sydney, that room is a blinding shade of yellow.
It's not blinding, it's cheery.
Why's it so bright in here?
Ha.
Sleep well, Manhattan.
*tries to avoid Manhattan jokes*
Oh you're up! Upsy daisy!

He'd better not even be thinking about getting me pregnant again. I had enough trouble with Manny.
Nickname already?

Where are you going?
Work.
You just gave birth last night.
I feel fine.
Wait. Why am I arguing with you? I think you just do it to get out of the house.

How'd I get stuck with baby duty?
Think of it as practice.
For what? I'm not having kids.
If I can help it you are.
Gross, he let another load out.



Awesome. Call me your honor.
You wish.

Well, that's it for this week. Am I even going to bother trying to get her pregnant again, after the trouble I had last time? Will Bronx *gasp* start a relationship with Christy or even get married, forcing him to move out to make room for heirs and heiresses? Will Brooklyn ever finish that novel so I can get Sydney started on hers? Tune in for some answers next week!
Theme song: Celebration - Kool and the Gang

Call Me

I swear, nothing happened this week except birthdays, yet I have 100 pictures. What in the world? You'd think I'd figure out how to take less pictures now. Anyway, on with the update!


Hello you two. Bronx, you wanted to play with your sister? I'm shocked.
He said he wanted to test his reflexes.
I really just wanted a way to hit her and get away with it.
Mom!

Syd, it looks like Mom might be a little busy.

Yeah, she fell right for it, but she won't let me in the bathroom. I kinda wonder where Mom is anyway, but I don't even know if she woke up yet.
So she could be dead and you're not checking?
I'm on the phone.

Still busy.
Very busy. I'll be back later.

Don't you have skill points to earn?
Don't you see I'm eatin' breakfast with my husband?
That never stopped you before.
Good thing you maxed that, huh?
You know, just because there are no other houses in the neighborhood does not mean that no one will come over here to slap you silly. Okay, today has been so sickeningly sweet I'm climbing the walls, so I'll be back later.

Yes, I'm happy they won the Sim Bowl too, even though their other quarterback was cuter. Don't make that noise, I said I'm happy the other ones won.
Syd! Come on! You know the bus won't leave unless you're on it.
Shut up twerp, I can't hear!
Mom!

Sorry Bronx. Your parents are trying to forget they have teenage children.
Oh, they'll be fine.



Oh, I'm so proud of you Brooklyn!
Bye Brooklyn! Beat up lots of bad guys!
See, I'd go into law enforcement if I could learn to fly.
Please tell me how you managed to catch the flu.
Well, that last one was complaining the whole time, but I thought he was trying to pull one over on me.
Well, I guess that was reasonable.



Well, I think you're really really pretty, Tosha.
Really?
Okay, you're improving, but you realize I can't age Tosha up, right? You'll have to find another squeeze once you become an adult.
*cough* Ugh, that's gross! Where's the sink?
Behind you. Please don't cough on anything else or anyone.
I may drown, but you'll never keep Davey Jones down!

Aww. Must be a Saturday. The family that skills together... but where's Sydney?
And why am I not surprised?
So, yeah, who's your new girlfriend? But she has a boyfriend! Of course that doesn't matter to you, but I'd think it mattered to them.
Teenagers.



Hi, I'm Sydney. Who are you?
Oh, I'm Pao Mellon. I'm a friend of your father's.
I was reading about this thing called "meteorology." In other places, water actually falls from the sky! Can you imagine it?
Hmm, I've never seen that happen around here. Sounds like an interesting myth.
Well, you definitely won't be around to see that happen.
What was that?
Oh, my mom says not to pay her any mind.

Speaking of your mother, she was nice enough to max mechanical for me.
Brooklyn, are you done yet?
With my third skill, yes.
I'm proud of you.
Oh, this feels nice.
And everything I do, I do it for you.
That was so romantic, Remi.
Oh, I can be even more romantic than that.
Oh!
Back in the sack?
We'd both appreciate it greatly if you left the room.
Fine. By the way, you two get old in two days.
Oh my God, Remi, we're gonna be old for real!
*evil grin*



Okay Bronx, this is getting scary. You haven't talked to anyone in a long time.
I just talked to Tosha Friday.
And since then? It's Saturday night.
It is?
I'm going to have to stage an intervention soon. Skillaholics Anonymous.



Good afternoon, Remi. Let's have one more pain-free roll in the hay.
Fine by me!
Am I the only one who thinks there's something wrong with that statement? Whatever. So while Brooklyn revels in the joy of menopause,
Sydney meets someone new,
who makes an instant beeline for the pool. It's getting a bit ridiculous.
And Bronx is actually having a conversation with someone. Maybe no intervention is needed after all?
Hey Sophie. How are you? Oh, I'm fine, been practicing the piano lately. Mom says I've gotten really good. Are you still selling essays during lunch? No, I'm not buying, but I think I know someone who'd be interested.
Nevermind. I blame this on Remi.

Sydney, you look just like your mother. You've grown into a beautiful woman.
Really? Thanks dad!
And Brooklyn has packed away skill number four. Wow, you're really on the go.
It's the weekend. I can afford to do that.



This is just to show that I don't just make Bronx fix things.
Why not? He actually broke it this time!
He's busy. You do this, I let you throw your parents' birthday parties.
Alright!
She's so easy to bribe.




Alright, Sydney, make the calls; I'll get the cakes.
Hi, Pao? Yeah, this is Sydney. Dad's having his birthday, and I thought you might want to attend his party and watch him wrinkle right before your eyes.
Sydney, there are so many, much better ways to day that.
You will come? Great! Okay, bye. Uh, I'll do it better next time.

Who's the birthday cake for?
You. You're transitioning tonight.
But I don't want to get old! I'll have to take Ben-Gay to play in the bathtub.
Maybe, maybe not. Another sim I know played in the tub right up to the day he died.

Let the party begin!
It amuses me how you two are barely civil to each other one day, and dancing together the next. I understand; I have a younger sister.
And we never danced that close. Extricate yourselves now.
*hysterical laughing*
Um, dude? Really, it wasn't that funny.

Whoo!
Make a wish, Brooklyn.
Why not? I wish that I can learn everything there is to know before I die.
You don't?
No Bronx, I don't.
I forgot how fun a birthday party can be.

Why am I levitating?
Calm down, it'll be over in a minute.
*giggle* That tickles!
That should be the least of your concerns.
Whooooaaa!
Hey, what happened to my chest?
Got me. What I want to know is why you have brown hair.
I got no clue, but I'm not complainin'!
I am, and my word is final. We need to change that frumpy dress too.
Oh, let me get some cake first.

Brooklyn Gray, elder. I don't think the gravity of the situation has hit me fully.

Whoa Brooklyn, you're old.
Yeah, and as you can see, I'm very much alive. Now get over to that birthday cake. I don't think I can stand a husband younger than me.
Yes dear.
You told him to drink those last two shots of elixir, didn't you?
Yep. I'm surprised you remember that far back.
Not as far back for me.

Happy birthday Daddy!
Make a wish Remi.
No need, all my wishes have come true. I have a beautiful wife, two good, smart, successful children, and I have enough friends to share the cake with.
That's so sweet. Funny too.
Alright, age me up already!
I've never seen somebody so excited to get old. Especially when you were complaining about Ben-Gay.
Then Brooklyn might leave me behind, and I wouldn't be able to bear it.

Whoa, I feel floaty.
"Floaty" isn't even a word.
Ow, that did a number on my back! Where's the Ben-Gay?
Look in the bathroom after the party.
Hmm, I look pretty good. But do I still work good?
*facepalm* Now isn't the time, Remi. There are teenagers, including your children, present.
But we'll definitely find out later.
I could've lived without knowing that.

Okay, now that the birthdays have passed, Brooklyn, to the dresser and mirror with you.
I didn't figure we'd go back to your old wedding style, but I like it. It actually matches your gray eyebrows. Nothing worse than a bad dye job. How about you?
It works. I'll live.

And despite an altercation,
We still end the party pretty good.



Good morning seniors!
Oh, great. I had a dream that last night was a dream and my chest wasn't horribly sagged.
Sorry, I can't help you on that end.
Maybe Remi's in a better mood.
I need something for my back now.
Maybe not.



So Dad, when'd you like watching the Yummy Channel?
Since I found more people my age on it. There's one with a lady with green skin, called Grill of the Golden West.
Okay dad, I believe you.

Mornin', Remi.
Good morning Brooklyn.
Whoa!
Hahahaha!
Oh, get a room!
I wonder if Mom will teach me how to do that...
You get this old and you'll take any chance you can get.
Thank goodness I have a twin.
Oh, they're not that desperate.



Finally realized you have no charisma?
"Realized" my foot! I was saving it for old age, because it's low impact.
That's actually believable.
Maybe Sydney has a point about being glad she has a twin.
I will never understand Brooklyn. She waits until now to get an unstoppable libido.



Oh, Sophie and Orlando are here. Must have come in with the kids. And Sydney is at work, so where is Bronx?
Just a little more...
Bronx, did you forget you had guests?
Just a little longer...
There. Maxed. Now where's Sophie?
Home. Really Bronx. You're going to have no friends at this rate.
I don't need to have friends. Sydney makes all the friends.
Okay, we have reached critical mass.



You just had to remind me you're a Libra, didn't you?




Back to the charisma.
Music is a necessary ingredient in our lives because...
I'll be back later. You might want to consider sleeping.

You're RETIRING?!
Now I can devote all my time to learning. Sleep is for the dead.



Bronx, you don't wear your hat in the pool! Use some common sense, boy!



Sydney, you're growing into an adult soon.
Finally! I'm so tired of school!
I thought you'd have that reaction.
MOM! Are you serious?
As a heart attack.
About what?
Can't a mother and daughter have some private girl time?
I'm female, in case you've forgotten. I know you've slowed down a bit, but I thought that was obvious.
That's it. I'm not telling you anything. You don't say anything either Sydney.
But Mom-
Not a word.
Okay.



Hey man!
Syd, how ya been?

So is your dad still acting weird, Bronx?
Yep. I think he's losing it. But my mom's not much better.
Bronx, we had this conversation a long time ago. That is not playing nice! And Sophie's not going to take that laying down.
See ya, Pao.
Have a good night, Syd.



Mourning your good looks, Remi?
No, just comparing this picture,
to the one I just painted, and wondering if I should sell that one too. The collectors seemed to really like that one.
Touch it and you die.
Wow, that's harsh.
I'm sorry, Remi, but I need those.



Welcome home, Sydney. You grow up today; how do you feel?
Great! I can throw the party, right?
Knock yourself out.
Sweet.
Hello? Yeah, it's my birthday. You coming? Awesome. See you soon!
And this is my present to you. For the party.
This is so sweet! Thank you!
No problem, really.
Do I have to forbid you two from dancing together? Bronx, go find another dance partner.
My first child is becoming an adult. I think I feel my joints aching in glee.

Wow, I didn't realize I was older than all of them.
Actually, to explain what's really going on would be too mind-boggling. Suffice it to say it defies all logic.
Make a wish, Sydney.
Fine. I wish for more friends, a career and maybe a guy to love me as much as Dad loves Mom.
Okay, come on! I want to grow up now!
Alright, let's grant your desire.

Whoa, I'm wiggly.
...I think that's a word.
Awesome, I'm taller!
Cool, this looks like Mom's old track suit.
I think that is. We'll have to rectify that.
Ah, no rush. I make it look good.
Such modesty.
Hey, I got it. Why not flaunt it? Oh yeah, I might as well tell you now, Mom chose me to be the heir.
So that's what you were keeping from me? I would've found that out anyway.

She's the heir? You've got to be kidding me.
Don't take it up with me, take it up with your mother.
Don't be jealous, twerp. You can still live here.
Don't forget that until your father and I die, this is our house. Bronx will stay here as long as he pleases.
Uh-huh, okay mom. Oh yeah, another thing: the senator I was interning for wrote a letter of recommendation for me now that I'm an adult. I was hoping to be at best a campaign manager, but I was appointed an interim state assemblywoman! I'm so excited! I start tomorrow morning.
Congratulations, my dear. Before you retire, I'd like to arrange your wardrobe and change your hair. You need bangs.

Much better. What do you think?
Oh, I love it!
Good.

And that takes care of this week. Stay tuned. Will Bronx sway Brooklyn to change her mind? Will he get a job? When will Sydney get married and have some babies? All answers coming (hopefully) next week!
Theme Song: Call Me - Blondie