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3.278 Daddy's little girl

I woke up the next morning, rested yet still slightly disoriented. Something didn't feel right, and it wasn't the heavy cloud looming over me and Sophia. My body felt too...loose, too unburdened, as if I'd just finished a marathon meditation session. I sat up and blinked at the sunlight pouring through the blinds. My ears strained, listening for something—anything. No crying. No babbling. No Logan. The silence felt wrong. That's when I realized the time: after eight. I slept past eight! I couldn't believe it. My pillow still carried the dent my head made, proof I'd been in deep sleep and missed his passionate wake-up call. But he's much too giggly and chatty to just lay quietly while waiting for someone to see about him, so I shuffled into his room. It's empty. That's when the muffled voices and clinking of glass from downstairs caught my ear.

I padded downstairs and walked in on the sweetest sight: Desiree at the highchair, jar in hand, and Logan watching her like she was the most important person on earth. My heart did a little dance. I always knew Desi would be the perfect big sister, but she has gone above and beyond. I shouldn't be surprised, though. She always did what needed to be done without any prompting. Honestly, she's way more responsible than I was at her age.

"What's on the menu today?" I asked, voice still rough with sleep.

"Oatmeal," she said.

"Does he like it?"

"Can't tell. He's eating it though."

"Sorry he woke you. Thanks for taking care of him."

"I was already up."

Of course she was. She's always been an early riser. I sat at the table and watched them. She playfully swirled the spoon through the air, making engine noises before landing a bite. Watching her take care of her brother was such a beautiful experience and goes to show how much our children learn simply by watching us. True, putting food in a baby's mouth is not a big deal, but we never showed her how to entertain him when he doesn't want to open his mouth. She learned that by watching Sophia do the airplane move. That hit me. What else has she learned by watching us? Hopefully not how to avoid your spouse when you're not ready to talk.

Once Logan finished the jar, she let him out of the highchair and plopped next to me.

"Is Josh still coming tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah. Think so."

She said it so casually, like it was nothing, but her stiff shoulders told another story.

"Cool. So, ummm ... Prom, huh?"

Her eyes lit up.

"Prom!"

She said it like it was its own holiday or something, making me smile and ache all at once.

"So, what's the real deal with this Josh? I only hear about him through your mom. You scared to talk to me or something?"

"No. You're just...always busy."

Ouch. That landed hard, like a sucker punch in the face. I wasn’t sure if she meant I was busy with the baby, or if she had noticed the way I kept myself busy with chores to avoid Sophia. Either way, it stung. I remember when she was a toddler, always interjecting herself into our conversations, and us telling her to wait until we're finished. I really hope she didn't feel cast aside or whatever. This had all the marks of something she'll discuss in therapy later, heh.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm here now, so tell me about him."

She hesitated, then gave me the brightest smile.

"When I think about him, my heart goes like this."

Some boy is giving my little girl butterflies, and it's both adorable and painful to see. She's so curious and has an adventurous spirit. I just know things are going to go from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye with her. I'm here for it, but she's still my baby who wears pigtails and plays with the dogs without a care in the world. Yet, I can't deny seeing a young woman racing headfirst into a world I'm not ready to let her run through.

"I'm happy for you. I really am. This is a very exciting time in your life. I won't get in your way too much, but I do have one thing to say."

Her smile faltered, bracing herself for my addendum.

"We already had our grown-up talk, so I won't insult you by repeating it. But remember the part about pressure?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Good. Many of your peers will use this night to...to-uhh..." My tongue tied itself in knots. We'd already discussed this, so why was it so hard to say? "...to score." My hands were so sweaty, like doing the woohoo talk all over again. "If you feel like you're ready for that," I hoped to Watcher she's not, "then okay. Just be safe, like we talked about. But if you're not, don't let Josh pressure you into doing things you're not ready for."

She totally disarmed me with her hearty laughter.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked.

"Daddy, he can barely look at me without turning into a popsicle. I think I'm safe."

I let go of every clenched part of my body and chuckled as I relaxed. The image of a boy freezing and turning blue in my radiant daughter's presence was too good.

"Ahhh, I see. Well, just make sure you aren't the one doing the pressuring."

She got up to play with the dogs, who were hovering near Logan.

"I'm insulted," she said, smirking.

"Mmm hmm. You and your insult keep it classy tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy, I know."

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3.278 Daddy's little girl

I woke up the next morning, rested yet still slightly disoriented. Something didn't feel right, and it wasn't the heavy cloud looming over me and Sophia. My body felt too...loose, too unburdened, as if I'd just finished a marathon meditation session. I sat up and blinked at the sunlight pouring through the blinds. My ears strained, listening for something—anything. No crying. No babbling. No Logan. The silence felt wrong. That's when I realized the time: after eight. I slept past eight! I couldn't believe it. My pillow still carried the dent my head made, proof I'd been in deep sleep and missed his passionate wake-up call. But he's much too giggly and chatty to just lay quietly while waiting for someone to see about him, so I shuffled into his room. It's empty. That's when the muffled voices and clinking of glass from downstairs caught my ear.

I padded downstairs and walked in on the sweetest sight: Desiree at the highchair, jar in hand, and Logan watching her like she was the most important person on earth. My heart did a little dance. I always knew Desi would be the perfect big sister, but she has gone above and beyond. I shouldn't be surprised, though. She always did what needed to be done without any prompting. Honestly, she's way more responsible than I was at her age.

"What's on the menu today?" I asked, voice still rough with sleep.

"Oatmeal," she said.

"Does he like it?"

"Can't tell. He's eating it though."

"Sorry he woke you. Thanks for taking care of him."

"I was already up."

Of course she was. She's always been an early riser. I sat at the table and watched them. She playfully swirled the spoon through the air, making engine noises before landing a bite. Watching her take care of her brother was such a beautiful experience and goes to show how much our children learn simply by watching us. True, putting food in a baby's mouth is not a big deal, but we never showed her how to entertain him when he doesn't want to open his mouth. She learned that by watching Sophia do the airplane move. That hit me. What else has she learned by watching us? Hopefully not how to avoid your spouse when you're not ready to talk.

Once Logan finished the jar, she let him out of the highchair and plopped next to me.

"Is Josh still coming tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah. Think so."

She said it so casually, like it was nothing, but her stiff shoulders told another story.

"Cool. So, ummm ... Prom, huh?"

Her eyes lit up.

"Prom!"

She said it like it was its own holiday or something, making me smile and ache all at once.

"So, what's the real deal with this Josh? I only hear about him through your mom. You scared to talk to me or something?"

"No. You're just...always busy."

Ouch. That landed hard, like a sucker punch in the face. I wasn’t sure if she meant I was busy with the baby, or if she had noticed the way I kept myself busy with chores to avoid Sophia. Either way, it stung. I remember when she was a toddler, always interjecting herself into our conversations, and us telling her to wait until we're finished. I really hope she didn't feel cast aside or whatever. This had all the marks of something she'll discuss in therapy later, heh.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm here now, so tell me about him."

She hesitated, then gave me the brightest smile.

"When I think about him, my heart goes like this."

Some boy is giving my little girl butterflies, and it's both adorable and painful to see. She's so curious and has an adventurous spirit. I just know things are going to go from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye with her. I'm here for it, but she's still my baby who wears pigtails and plays with the dogs without a care in the world. Yet, I can't deny seeing a young woman racing headfirst into a world I'm not ready to let her run through.

"I'm happy for you. I really am. This is a very exciting time in your life. I won't get in your way too much, but I do have one thing to say."

Her smile faltered, bracing herself for my addendum.

"We already had our grown-up talk, so I won't insult you by repeating it. But remember the part about pressure?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Good. Many of your peers will use this night to...to-uhh..." My tongue tied itself in knots. We'd already discussed this, so why was it so hard to say? "...to score." My hands were so sweaty, like doing the woohoo talk all over again. "If you feel like you're ready for that," I hoped to Watcher she's not, "then okay. Just be safe, like we talked about. But if you're not, don't let Josh pressure you into doing things you're not ready for."

She totally disarmed me with her hearty laughter.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked.

"Daddy, he can barely look at me without turning into a popsicle. I think I'm safe."

I let go of every clenched part of my body and chuckled as I relaxed. The image of a boy freezing and turning blue in my radiant daughter's presence was too good.

"Ahhh, I see. Well, just make sure you aren't the one doing the pressuring."

She got up to play with the dogs, who were hovering near Logan.

"I'm insulted," she said, smirking.

"Mmm hmm. You and your insult keep it classy tomorrow, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy, I know."

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Gym Bunnies Collection

I used a jumpsuit from Secret Sanctuary kit as a base for these items. Original swatches included, and I made some more (20 swatches total). Feminine frame only, Maxis match poly counts.

Items in this collection: - Saga swimsuit - Lotta bikini top (works as sports bra too!) - Lotta bikini bottom - Wilma leggings (both pants and tights category)

(I used names of Finnish female athletes 🏃‍♀️)

patreon (free!) // SFS

👉 More clothes by me

TOU in a nutshell: I’m pretty chill about people using my content to create something new, just credit and tag me but don’t put the new stuff (or my original) behind any kind of paywall or sketchy links.

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3.277 Deafening silence

I had hoped Logan would let me sleep in, but despite how smart he is and how fast he's growing, his little baby brain has not yet grasped that concept, heh. It was just after 7 a.m., and my little guy let everyone in the house know we still had jobs to do. I had just turned my pillow over to the cool side, too. Rude. Groaning, I threw my legs over the edge to force myself up. My heart still ached from yesterday, and sleeping with my back to my wife didn't help. My sore hip was a reminder that I can't continue this for much longer. I shuffled to the kitchen, blindly grabbed a jar off the shelf, and sat him in his chair. One spoonful in, and his whole face crumpled. Eyebrows drawn in, lips sealed tight like, nah, Dad, this ain't it.

The laugh that slipped out of me was quick and thin, but it cracked the ice glazed over my heart, if only for a moment. I finally looked at what I had given him: mashed peas. Guess we won't be trying that one again. Watching him grimace reminded me this was still just the start of our journey together. I didn’t know the first thing about alien babies, but just like Sim babies, he'll never hesitate to tell me when I get it wrong.

Kooper whined at my feet, tail drumming the floor like a metronome. I snorted, realizing all the males in the house needed attention that morning. I didn't want him running away again, so I told him to give me a few minutes while I finished feeding the young prince. Luckily, Desi had just come down, her energy already filling the room before she even spoke.

“Morning," I said. "Can you keep an eye on him for me? I gotta take Kooper out.”

She nodded enthusiastically and scooped him into her arms like she’d been waiting all morning for this.

“Heeeey, Logie Bear!” she sang, her voice dripping with that big sister mix of teasing and love. She plopped him gently on his feet. “Let’s see if you’re giving strong legs today.”

Logan squealed in response, wobbling like a penguin while she held his hands. I couldn’t tell which of them was more entertained.

The chilly morning air bit my nose, but I welcomed it. Kooper tugged on the leash, eager to show me what his old bones still could do, and I let him lead the same way. If the spirit carried him all the way across the city, I’d follow. Coming back to the house, though, it loomed in front of me, heavy with everything I didn’t want to face, so I let Kooper into the house and doubled back to the garden instead.

The money tree stood there, shimmering like gold coins in the faint after-sunrise light. I felt like it wanted to cheer me up despite my neglect. Maybe it knows I'll always show up before it's too late, heh.

By lunchtime, my fingers were stiff with cold, and my knees reminded me I was nearing middle age again, so I went inside and had leftover breakfast from yesterday. Sophia's footsteps traipsing down the stairs made the hairs on my arms rise. She slid into the chair beside me, deliberately, as if making sure I saw her. It felt...needy. Her hand drifted toward my arm, and I froze. Her touch would surely undo me, and I wasn't ready to let this go.

“You okay?” she asked.

My heart raced. The fork in my hand suddenly felt like lead. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. Upstairs, Logan screamed as if on cue, and I let out the breath I held. Aliens could read minds. Did he know I needed a distraction?

“He needs to be changed,” I muttered, already pushing my chair back.

She didn’t stop me. Maybe she knew better than to try. I hadn't finished eating, but I scraped my plate and left her there while I busied my hands with dishes and the dogs’ bowls. Anything to avoid her eyes.

Later, I thought maybe the porch would give me quiet, and I went to claim it, but Desi was already out there with Tami, laughing and trading secrets. It was cool to see them together. I hadn't seen her since she was a sassy little thing, near threatening Dub about a horse, so I sat with them for a few minutes, smiling at their chatter, nodding at words I didn't understand until I had an escape plan. After an appropriate amount of time, I retreated inside, where Rosie’s leash awaited me. She was always game to spirit me away.

Inside, Sophia had Logan in the highchair, airplane-ing something pale into his mouth. It smeared his face like war paint.

“He really loves applesauce,” she said softly, like an invitation I couldn't accept.

“That’s great.”

The words left my mouth flat and foreign, like they didn’t belong to me. Before her eyes could ask for more, I slipped out the door with Rosie.

Evening chilled me straight through, and I dashed to the fireplace when I returned. My heart almost skipped a beat when I noticed Sophia sitting at the dining table. She couldn't have known this would be my next stop. My hands still needed warming, though, so I brushed past her. The warmth stung my cold hands. She sat behind me, waiting, maybe hoping I’d turn around, but the crackle of fire was easier to look at than the longing in her eyes.

Finally, her chair scraped against the floor.

“I’m going to bed. I’ll take him with me.”

I didn’t turn around.

“Leave him. Goodnight.”

It took a moment for her footsteps to retreat, and when they did, a loud sigh accompanied them. Moments later, she was gone, and I too sighed. The fire popped, making me flinch. And the house—our house—was louder in its silence than it had been all day.

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3.276 Sparkles and splinters

Winterfest came upon us quickly, smelling like butter, paper, double-sided tape, and plastic storage bins we rarely opened. I had no energy to fuss with a tree, so we put all the presents in a big pile in the kitchen; there's no good space in the house for one, anyway. Logan giggled at the sound the tape made. I threw him a few bows and ribbon strands to play with. He batted at them and gifted us with those little echoed baby squeals. The magic of Winterfest was in full effect and further confirmed my feelings of brighter days ahead. Maybe that was a mistake.

I kept breakfast light on purpose: eggs and toast. We might cut corners on holidays sometimes, but I never compromise on our grand meals. Desi plopped next to me, trying not to smile with her entire face and smirking like she had a secret. I already knew the secret, so I drew it out of her.

"So...prom season is coming up. You got any plans?"

That one eyebrow went up like her secret plan came together just as she imagined.

"I have a date," she said with full confidence.

"That's wonderful, Des. What's his name?"

"Josh."

I had a soft ache in my chest—the good kind. She's growing up so fast. Every day, I'm grateful for the youth potion and these moments I get to experience in good health and sound mind, body, and spirit. Who knows how seriously this boy would take me with a head full of gray hair and an aching back.

"I'd like to meet this Josh."

Her smile faltered a little, but she agreed.

A knock at the front door echoed through the house in a rhythm only Chi Chi used. She crossed the threshold, all sparkly and beautiful as always, clutching a gift as if it had secrets in it. Naturally, she had to tell me the history behind the gift. She'd had it for months after seeing something that reminded her of Sophia and thought it would be nice to save it for Winterfest. She didn't just hand over the box. She presented it as if Sophia had received the highest honor. Her eyes ran all over Sophia the way they run over everyone, like she's reading a poem out loud.

"I am OBSESSED with this new do!! It's soooooo sexy but still, like, very demure, ha ha!"

Sophia blushed and thanked her.

“And you keep losing weight! I see you, mama! You better be careful or I might have to snatch you up, ha ha!”

Sophia chuckled and leaned into Chi Chi with a teasing smile and said, "You promise?"

I'd gone back to wrapping gifts, but for half a second I forgot what I was supposed to do with the paper in my hands and tape stuck to my fingers. My nails pierced through the paper I held it so tight. It was a joke. Everyone in the room knew that, and my brain knew it, too. But "promise" dropped in heavy and off-key, like that bad flute in those Social Bunny memes. It almost sounded okay in spots, but it was definitely very wrong. Something in my chest pulled tight, and the magic of Winterfest faded away. The word slipped under my skin like a splinter, small, sharp, but impossible to ignore. It throbbed every time I moved. “Promise” doesn’t belong in jokes—not in our house. Not with me.

Desi saved me by announcing she was ready for presents. Chi Chi hugged everyone and threw one last bold comment over her shoulder as she sashayed out the door. Me and Desi moved toward the gift pile, and I tried to initiate normal dad protocol.

"Pick one," I said, because that's what a dad who's not bewildered would say, right?

She grabbed a small, orange box—one of my gag gifts. A scowl had taken over her face even before the ribbon hit the ground. Sophia hid a quiet laugh behind her hand, covering her mouth. I laughed a beat too late. It came out scratchy and awkward.

The room was relatively quiet but still so loud. Wrapping paper tearing, Desi’s excitement bubbling, Logan's little kitten shrieks. All of it blurred into static, like I was listening through water. Nothing felt right. My smile sat wrong on my face, lopsided and late. If I kept moving—handing gifts, making comments, laughing—maybe I could trick myself into forgetting the extra sparkle in my wife's smile.

"Pick another," I said.

Desi bent over and selected another box but handed it to me instead. She stood there tall, squared shoulders with a cute smug look on her face. I tried to match her pride, but my attempt fell flat, causing my cheeks to flush with embarrassment.

All day, I kept turning that moment over, hunting for the angle where it was solely friendly, just two girlfriends doing what they do, nothing to hold.

Promise.

That word ran amok in a space in my heart I thought I had locked down. I tried to close the door on it, but it wouldn't latch.

Father Winter popped out the chimney and peered around, taking in the house and my children. The last time we met, Desi was a little tyke. And the time before that, Sophia and I were newly engaged. Knowing he knew everything, I never considered he'd watched us our entire lives until he told me I'd built such a beautiful life. Any other year, I would have blushed and offered a cocoa he wouldn't drink.

"You wanna meet Logan, my son?" I asked instead.

Of course he did, so I handed him over. Logan took one look at him and gave us a very loud NOPE.

A big laugh tried to bully its way to my mouth, but I stuffed it down and swallowed it. Then I swallowed again for extra security. Sophia took him back, probably hoping to comfort him before he threw on the disguise. Desi ran up to Father Winter, hoping for something shiny and expensive, so I took that moment to slip away.

Cool air filled my lungs, but it didn’t cool the heat under my skin. I took a few big breaths anyway. The sound of water lapping against the docked boats and the smell of burning wood in the air attempted to calm me, but it was a big job. The sound of the door easing open definitely didn't help.

“There you are,” Sophia said, stepping onto the porch carefully.

I didn't look up, but I felt her standing there staring at me like she didn't want to spook a stray. In my side view, I saw she crossed her arms tight against her chest, though the cold wasn’t sharp enough for that. She eventually came down and sat next to me. Not too close. Just enough to let me know she was there. The air between us felt colder than the worst winter night. My skin prickled, not from the chill, but from the weight of everything unspoken pressing down on me.

“You disappeared on me,” she said.

The caution in her voice aimed to soften me, but my eyes stayed on the yard. I didn’t want to make this a thing. Not here. Not with the kids inside. But it was a thing, like a sharp tag stabbing you in the neck every time you moved. She knew it too. I felt it in the pause before she spoke and the careful weight she put on the step, like she didn’t want to ignite my fuse.

“Are you mad at me?”

I shrugged. Not dramatic—just a lift of the shoulder because I didn’t have the energy to lie.

She sighed.

“Is this about Chi Chi? I was just joking around. You know how she is.”

I nodded because I do know she wasn't serious. But I also know we have certain unspoken rules between us. We don't joke about those things.

“You know I didn’t mean anything by it,” she said.

I listened harder to the water behind me and breathed in more of the smoky air, hoping something would take effect. She watched me, waiting for me to let her off the hook, but I didn't have it in me.

“You said it, though,” I said finally, barely louder than the air.

My words had no anger in them, but they sat between us like broken glass, and she got cut. I could tell by the way she shifted in her seat. She leaned forward slightly, shoulders rounded, like she was trying to fold herself into the silence between us. We sat with our knees almost touching, breathing the same cool air, miles apart.

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MCCC Tip #3: I'm grown!

Do you often create Sims with a rich backstory and wish they could be more than 0 young adult days old when you plop them into a save? Are you tired of your baby-faced, fresh from CAS Sims being WAY younger than every other Sim in the world and dating cradle robbers? Turn on Use Random Aging!

It will grant a random number of days lived to new sims so not everyone always start at zero.

Here's a bonus tip since it's on the same screen. If you're constantly mashing the pause button every time the lot loads to prevent the Sims from getting too far, just turn on Pause on zone. The game will be paused every time after the loading screens.

Tune in next week for a new tip!

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Songbirds

Now, now, Anissa. Share and share alike lol. The restaurant had a cute karaoke bar upstairs. Had no idea she was at level 7 in the singing skill!

The girls have another half-day on the mountain, so we're gonna leave them here. When we come back, I'll hop over to Nick and the bachelor shenans while the girls are soaking at the Onsen.

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Treat yourself

Anissa's arm doesn't need much twisting lol

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Try try again

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MCCC #2: Control your image

Copy/Paste

Have you ever seen a hideous townie and wished you could replace them with your own Sim? Do you have someone else's Sim in your game but need to update them with a new version? It's so simple with Copy/Paste! You can replace entire Sims or just their clothing, appearance, gender options, name, or personality.

From MC CAS, click Copy/Paste.

Next, click Paste Tray Sim and select which elements you want to paste. I recommend selecting everything if you're replacing a Sim with an entirely different Sim.

The next few windows will have you narrow down which Sims in your library are eligible to be selected, so choose the appropriate options. After that, you'll see a list of household names. Find the household name and select the Sim from that household you want to paste.

Limitations: You can only paste similar Sims, so if names are missing from the household, that means they aren't eligible to paste. "Similar" means you can't replace an adult with a teen, or a man with a woman, etc.

This process can be very finicky, so it may take a few tries. If you find a household or a Sim is constantly not showing up, try renaming the household. It's possible that name exists in the game already and it won't allow you to import them.

There are two other elements I use to control how my saves look. One is MC CAS Offspring.

Inheriting Physical Attributes

I was tired of my teens having vastly different bodies from their parents. I can look at my body and tell which parent I get what part from, and it should be the same way in the game, so I enable Use Parent Physical Attributes. However, I don't want them to have the exact same body. My athletic Sims work hard for years to get their beautiful bodies. It's not fair for their teens to start life jacked! To solve this, I use Parent Values Variance Percent. For a long time I had it on 25%, but I recently bumped it up to 50% because I honestly haven't seen much variance.

I also enable Use Parent Skin Tones. This is great if you use custom skin tones. The game will give babies one of the parents' skin tone instead of some random swatch between the two. Honestly, I would love a blend, but with the advent of the new skin tones, their terrible sorting order, and the undertones categories, the game is HORRIBLE at blending skin tones now.

I like Use Parent Skin Details because I tend to use the same details on everyone now, so when I go into the world to do makeovers on my kids' friends, I often don't need to add them.

Custom Skin Tones

Last part of my "world brand" is in MC Dresser: Percentage use custom skin tone. If you've seen my epic rant about how horrible the new EA skin tones are, you know why I love this option. The new skin tones didn't faze me because I already had 100+ skin tones long before they realized Sims come in all kinds of hues. 😑 I use a set called Bare (the genetic one) by @lamatisse, and they are BEAUTIFUL! Sooooo many beautiful brown hues! I have no need for EA's mess, so I set my percentage to 80% so the majority of the Sims in my world have the nice, rich skin tones. I thought about putting it at 100%, but I actually do like a handful of the EA ones, though I can't control which ones they use. But there's another reason I allow some. When it comes to offspring, the game does a better job at blending with its own skin tones. I do it for the children lol.

That's it for today! Sorry for the length, but all of these fit the same theme and it didn't make sense to break them up. Tune in next week for another tip!

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The following slots have already been filled:

Single Guy #1: Dub Banks - created by me, of course

Single Guy #2: @pinkchocolatesims

Single Guy #3: @storiesbyjes2g

Single Lady #1: @ladybugsimblr

I still need:

Single Lady #2: (open slot)

Single Lady #3: (open slot)

Single Lady #4: (open slot)

Single Lady #5: (open slot)

Single Lady #6: (open slot)

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Savage

You're only 30, my dear lol. Man, the mountain could have been kinder to our girls lol.

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Savage

You're only 30, my dear lol. Man, the mountain could have been kinder to our girls lol.

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Snow bunnies

not_a_bot Detected high fun index. Caution: viewer may experience FOMO.

thespianick How do you ladies make cold look so good?

mrspierson2u Having regrets thespianick? 😏 Your wife will never steer you wrong.

lukyb Ahhhhh Mt. Komorebi! NICE! Have fun!

mercedesn Oh cool!! themelanyp you finally made it!

shortstack999 I'm just remembering that time you fell flat on your face walking home from school! 🤣😂😅

plantking Be careful 💘

mrspierson2u So fun. Be careful out there.

thespianick This pic is so warm and toasty 😍

themelpstan OH MY WATCHER MT. KOMOREBI????? Please be careful and stay warm! Have fun too but I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you!! Also your friends are so beautiful! Congratulations to Anissa! She's so lucky!

stylesbylu OKAY snow slay!

fashionisha Right? I always look so frumpy when I'm all bundled up like that LOL.

not_a_bot Squad energy levels: astronomical. Viewer awe: also astronomical.

napdadragon Feel free to take me there one day. Thank you.

iambkay Good thing this is a girl's trip! You know how dangerous Mt. Komorebi is! 😅

aliceinstrangerville Oh to be young again! You girls are having so much fun!

jamminontheone All that snow make me feel like winterfest all over again I need me a cup of cocoa to look at these pics ha ha gotta get a headstart on next year's winterfest mixtape be safe one love.

twinkletoes SQUAD GOALS!!

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Ladies, leave your man at home

Okay, now I need to know what these funny woohoo stories are lol.

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Little black dress

mrspierson2u Yes baddies!

thespianick Where have you been hiding that dress? themelanyp

mercedesn Okaaaaaay!

plantking 😍

shortstack999 Oh y'all out there being BAD huh? How do I get an invite to one of these here soirees???

angelah OMW you guys look sooooo good! I need a grown and sexy friend group.

lukyb I still can't tell where y'all are but it sure looks fun!

julimoon Oh yeees. Paint the town!

not_a_bot Nightlife glamour module activated. Sunglasses required for viewing. 😎🙂🙂🙂

blue-eyed-diva Congratulations

The ladies are stirring up trouble in the best way!