Sure hope Josephine’s parents taught her never to open the door to strangers…
Bah. Game crashed, Hewitt save corrupted, so starting over. We have the technology; we can rebuild them.
Like father, like daughter. Bonehilda, as usual, is of no help.
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Heather: Ok, Mom, let me get this straight. You have a camera. You’re maxed on your painting skill, and you still don’t have pictures of me plastered everywhere?
Jacqueline: Umm…
Group hug?
Deborah gets desperate enough to hit up Voohan for a bedtime story, since her parents are busy, big sister is snoozing and Bonehilda has lost all interest in anyone over the age of toddler.
Unfortunately, Voohan is more interested in that stunning new gate. Exhausted children pale in comparison to ironwork.
Deborah: Forget it, I’ll go put myself to bed. Again.
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Jacqueline takes one step closer to reaching artistic genius.
Matthew: How’s the art therapy coming along? Helping you get over that alien abduction thing?
Jacqueline: Grrr. It’s not art therapy.
Matthew: Hey, would you look at that. Did you know we had kids?
Jacqueline: :sigh: