So I Was Redecorating A Lovely Little House From The Gallery And This Showed Up, My Sims Don't Have A

So I was redecorating a lovely little house from the gallery and this showed up, my sims don't have a baby. How did this man get into my home? how did he escape the confines of the crib? What are his intentions?

He is now resting comfortably in my household inventory awaiting sentencing, it feels wrong to just sell him but what else is there to do with him.

If you drink a can of the special edition fall cranberry Canada dry ginger ale immediately after eating about half a pint of Ben& Jerry's peanut butter half baked it tastes exactly like you're drinking a beer.

Just for the sake of transparency, I'm making this post at 10:30 a.m. and yes, the ice cream was a little breakfast treat. It was a reward for putting in my contacts which I hate doing.

Saw some excellent pigeons at my bus stop today.

We must stop calling the alligator Loki, croki. It is not a crocodile, it is an alligator, they are distinct animals. I beg you, I implore you, do not do this thing.

No one on this bus knows that I had to take out my contacts because one ripped, they all think I can see perfectly, what arrogance, what foolishness.

I'm an evil mastermind.

A short list of people who I allow to misgender me:

1. The old ladies at my knitting circle

There is no number 2 it's only them.