<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076428519702100405</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:28:15.338-07:00</updated><category term='the p. kennedy legacy'/><title type='text'>Heat of the Moment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itwastheheatofthemoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076428519702100405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itwastheheatofthemoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adaptation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01055424997960793307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Si_px2sbV2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/udrWzv16gSE/S220/surprisefinger.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076428519702100405.post-5200705763919938186</id><published>2009-10-15T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:30:51.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the p. kennedy legacy'/><title type='text'>The P. Kennedy Legacy, Chapter Three: The Wedding Crashers</title><content type='html'>When we last left our wacky group of sims, Megan had just given birth to a baby boy, whose father was either Megan's current boyfriend Julian, or her one-night stand Sebastian.  Paige had just accepted Kingston's marriage proposal, and Lilian was stalking Grady Elfman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's now a new man in Lilian's life.  His name is Liam Kennedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StelFG700NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oU_zVEoBnTc/s1600-h/Screenshot-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StelFG700NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oU_zVEoBnTc/s320/Screenshot-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392960585978925266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have realized that, since Lilian is family-oriented and has no life, she'd immediately start creeping on the first baby to join the family.  At least somebody's paying attention to him; Megan's a horrible mother, Seb's weirded out by the idea of him (except when he's stealing candy from him), and Julian's just generally ignorant about the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days of Lilian trying to steal the baby, I sent her out to find her a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StelvvnYR9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aUj4mfF_cTU/s1600-h/Screenshot-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StelvvnYR9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/aUj4mfF_cTU/s320/Screenshot-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392961318453528530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first house she approaches looks promising.  It's a one bedroom with four people living in it.  Let's see who she finds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StemN1D355I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ok-XMtRycno/s1600-h/Screenshot-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StemN1D355I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ok-XMtRycno/s320/Screenshot-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392961835311294354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This charming young fellow is Dick Kennedy-Porter, Paige and Megan's cousin!  He lives with his father, older brother, Wesley, and younger sister, Penny.  I don't remember any of his traits. =D  If I had to guess, I'd say natural cook was one of them.  *pokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these two are going to get along splendidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stem7NSOjXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LiEmRNbAN5s/s1600-h/Screenshot-37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stem7NSOjXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LiEmRNbAN5s/s320/Screenshot-37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392962614908063090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH OH!  Kingston's turned into a floating head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is my body, Adaptation?! &gt;=|"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sorry about that, bud.  I was testing a new mod, trying to pollinate Paige, and... well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm PREGNANT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraid so.  My story now contains MPREG.  My bad.  If I could figure out how to abort, I'd be all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StenkctnLZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KRuxbDPZYYo/s1600-h/Screenshot-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StenkctnLZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/KRuxbDPZYYo/s320/Screenshot-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392963323424091538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and Julian seem to be flirting a lot - much to Seb's great irritation.  Where's Megan, anyway?  I thought Sims on mat leave were supposed to loiter around the house all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteoH5ZQIXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h91Esyu6ltM/s1600-h/Screenshot-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteoH5ZQIXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h91Esyu6ltM/s320/Screenshot-50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392963932418744690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JULIAN GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER WHAT THE F-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't doing anything, I swear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, he was. *shoots aliens*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH PAIGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T TALK TO MY SISTER LIKE THAT HULKSMASHARRRRRRRRG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they aren't together anymore.  Julian thought it would be best to move.  So he now lives with his brother Jared, and pregnant sister-in-law, Viccy.  (For the record, she later gave birth to a son, whom they named Kip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Steo6ZT_-vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hJz-x_CEB7I/s1600-h/Screenshot-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Steo6ZT_-vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hJz-x_CEB7I/s320/Screenshot-60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392964799980108530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why isn't anyone paying attention to meeeeeeeeee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so busy squabbling that nobody noticed when Liam aged up.  He's cute, but he looks whiny, doesn't he?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StepLFByNNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-c3OPNWyemw/s1600-h/Screenshot-63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StepLFByNNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-c3OPNWyemw/s320/Screenshot-63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392965086592775378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you my daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno, but if I am, you better not be a pussy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StepgQ6XfsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TcD5PbiiV2Y/s1600-h/Screenshot-76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StepgQ6XfsI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TcD5PbiiV2Y/s320/Screenshot-76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392965450560143042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kingston gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, named Anna.  Isn't she cute?  I can't remember her traits.  One of them is Virtuoso.  The other might be Exciteable, like her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Step6J4JefI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d9VwUg_ctlk/s1600-h/Screenshot-77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Step6J4JefI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d9VwUg_ctlk/s320/Screenshot-77.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392965895348386290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan continues to be a horrible mother who'd rather work out and catch bad guys than play with her son.  Seb's evil, and Julian moved out, so Liam pretty much raises himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteqokTiseI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kNPMDm5p7iI/s1600-h/Screenshot-90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteqokTiseI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kNPMDm5p7iI/s320/Screenshot-90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392966692716589538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of moving out, Lilian went to go live with her steady boyfriend Dick's family, in their little one bedroom house.  Thirty seconds later, she and Dick bought their own place.  Ten seconds after that, they were married and she was Lilian Porter.  I tried to find their new house, but they must have moved out of town.  Bitches!  Paige was very upset about it when Lilian came over to meet Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Steq-xLNxkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DVFVS87ggOw/s1600-h/Screenshot-97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Steq-xLNxkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DVFVS87ggOw/s320/Screenshot-97.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392967074128447042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Birthday?  She's like a foot long.  I ain't throwin' no party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Kingston did.  The whole town was invited -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SterZnsaOaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UraNUurB8fU/s1600-h/Screenshot-101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SterZnsaOaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UraNUurB8fU/s320/Screenshot-101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392967535439788450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- including Andie and Hayden Miller -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SterlGzMDLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GaPGAFj3zao/s1600-h/Screenshot-100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SterlGzMDLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GaPGAFj3zao/s320/Screenshot-100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392967732768279730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and their son Alexander, who spent the whole night chatting up Kingston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, about a week after this, Andie gave birth to another son.  The game tried to name him Jody, but I was so goddamn offended that I changed it to Cameron.  Sue me.  &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Sterx1_coTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h8H15iNTaCg/s1600-h/Screenshot-102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Sterx1_coTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h8H15iNTaCg/s320/Screenshot-102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392967951594594610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian and Dick also came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Ster-nZZFNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cqPJEoJWTxo/s1600-h/Screenshot-109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Ster-nZZFNI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cqPJEoJWTxo/s320/Screenshot-109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392968171015181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the party, I get a notification that Julian has started dating Penny Porter, a latrine cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, Penny KENNEDY-Porter?  As in, Paige's other cousin?  Dick's sister?  Lilian's sister-in-law?  Therefore, JULIAN's sister-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.  Even weirder is the fact that she's a never nude snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually really like this SimShip now.  It seems interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stes1Z2NisI/AAAAAAAAAJU/59KvISS1rEc/s1600-h/Screenshot-114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stes1Z2NisI/AAAAAAAAAJU/59KvISS1rEc/s320/Screenshot-114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392969112270768834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of her wedding, Paige starts a horrible fire, which the computer repair technician puts out.  Full service job, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StetIA5BaZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mfCSIGNwWHo/s1600-h/Screenshot-117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StetIA5BaZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/mfCSIGNwWHo/s320/Screenshot-117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392969431989184914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully nothing else goes amiss.  Lots of guests arrived, including a bunch they didn't invite (looking at you, Jamie Jolina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the blonde guy with the chin strap is Paige's uncle Ben.  The day after the wedding, I got a notification that his wife Jade had given birth to their fourth child, a daughter named Diana.  Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stetg9VKlOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TY_Sgnf5-7U/s1600-h/Screenshot-156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stetg9VKlOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TY_Sgnf5-7U/s320/Screenshot-156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392969860530214114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rings are exchanged, and Paige Kennedy has officially become Paige Blake!  \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StetxTfLHDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BdBLwoURxBA/s1600-h/Screenshot-170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StetxTfLHDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BdBLwoURxBA/s320/Screenshot-170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970141355678770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stet5qWTFvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-zIDZD97q4g/s1600-h/Screenshot-166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Stet5qWTFvI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-zIDZD97q4g/s320/Screenshot-166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970284931421938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam is a total nerd.  Sorry Seb or Julian!  I should have known - he got the frugal trait when he became a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteuYFqhWiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PI4PHO97Zcc/s1600-h/Screenshot-177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteuYFqhWiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PI4PHO97Zcc/s320/Screenshot-177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970807660075554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their wedding, Paige and Kingston, so exhausted from the festivities, retired to bed without WooHooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS This is the updated comparison shot for child!Liam's prospective fathers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteulKWL6TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/e-MSPj7Wb9s/s1600-h/comparison2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SteulKWL6TI/AAAAAAAAAKE/e-MSPj7Wb9s/s320/comparison2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392971032255260978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076428519702100405-5200705763919938186?l=itwastheheatofthemoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itwastheheatofthemoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5200705763919938186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itwastheheatofthemoment.blogspot.com/2009/10/p-kennedy-legacy-chapter-three.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076428519702100405/posts/default/5200705763919938186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076428519702100405/posts/default/5200705763919938186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itwastheheatofthemoment.blogspot.com/2009/10/p-kennedy-legacy-chapter-three.html' title='The P. Kennedy Legacy, Chapter Three: The Wedding Crashers'/><author><name>Adaptation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01055424997960793307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Si_px2sbV2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/udrWzv16gSE/S220/surprisefinger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/StelFG700NI/AAAAAAAAAHU/oU_zVEoBnTc/s72-c/Screenshot-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076428519702100405.post-2423822683070086061</id><published>2009-09-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:35:06.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the p. kennedy legacy'/><title type='text'>The P. Kennedy Legacy, Chapter Two:  How I Met Your Mother</title><content type='html'>We rejoin our story already in progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMDYDibqTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dTgqgCiYdl0/s1600-h/Screenshot-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMDYDibqTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dTgqgCiYdl0/s320/Screenshot-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387153291066714418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian seems to have won out in the Fight for Megan's Mouth.  He and Megan are eagerly snogging away while Lilian sets the barbeque on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMEV79DvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/50kRf15wjeI/s1600-h/Screenshot-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMEV79DvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/50kRf15wjeI/s320/Screenshot-29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154354182798402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes them exactly thirty seconds to move their fun and games into the bedroom.  They aren't even dating, Sebastian's just horny, and Megan's an easy target.  That poor girl.  He's wily.  He's taking advantage of their history.  How dare he! (I don't think she minds, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsME02n5kuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AFiYIipvPPc/s1600-h/Screenshot-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsME02n5kuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AFiYIipvPPc/s320/Screenshot-30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154885327819490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, unsuspecting Julian is innocently playing video games downstairs while his off-and-on romantic interest is in bed with his best friend.  The scandal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMFXH96oaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/f4s3Ja32kCg/s1600-h/Screenshot-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMFXH96oaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/f4s3Ja32kCg/s320/Screenshot-35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387155474099118498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally notices when Megan and Sebastian come downstairs in their underwear, tousled from sex.  Megan is immediately apologetic, much to his relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMF3Sj_c-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FekO43faUpA/s1600-h/Screenshot-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMF3Sj_c-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/FekO43faUpA/s320/Screenshot-39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387156026698986466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; apologetic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never meant to hurt your feelings, Julian.  Sebastian's just so... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMGVjMkjEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uKqQ5_89GeM/s1600-h/Screenshot-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMGVjMkjEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/uKqQ5_89GeM/s320/Screenshot-46.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387156546560232514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.  Seb noticed the apologies running rampant in his very expensive house.  His best friend and his... Megan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell are you doing?  What's the matter with you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seb, I didn't mean to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, you just fell on his face?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMHXCLeQSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Kt5QOwmGBJc/s1600-h/Screenshot-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMHXCLeQSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Kt5QOwmGBJc/s320/Screenshot-50.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387157671568621858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his rage, he hits her.  HE EFFING HITS HER.  LIKE TWELVE TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLAPSLAPSLAP.  Right across the face.  And she's still warm from his lovinz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMH0XOTTKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BRWT4S08k_k/s1600-h/Screenshot-66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMH0XOTTKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BRWT4S08k_k/s320/Screenshot-66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387158175433837730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traumatized, beaten, and gooey in unfortunate places, Megan runs to Julian for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMIybdz5xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hDH5wGcG3XM/s1600-h/Screenshot-151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMIybdz5xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hDH5wGcG3XM/s320/Screenshot-151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387159241724520210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comforts her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMJCpS4ELI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XBMCjM68Nv4/s1600-h/Screenshot-152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMJCpS4ELI/AAAAAAAAAFE/XBMCjM68Nv4/s320/Screenshot-152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387159520314658994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comforts&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMJXc0SUMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bDcRlhWAgTQ/s1600-h/Screenshot-58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMJXc0SUMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bDcRlhWAgTQ/s320/Screenshot-58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387159877742383298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, oblivious to all the drama occuring in her home, Lilian chats up the male maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is how you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Walk Like an Egyptian&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMJ6Xc0bqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CVO_W4DtjyA/s1600-h/Screenshot-76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMJ6Xc0bqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CVO_W4DtjyA/s320/Screenshot-76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387160477597200034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige and Kingston are off in their own little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I SAW A MOUSE AND IT WAS SCARY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All seems quiet for a few days.  The drama seems to die down.  Megan and Julian even start dating - all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt;-like, much to Seb's GREAT irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it all goes to hell in a handbasket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMK65wrQFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rukFuHeWrCY/s1600-h/Screenshot-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMK65wrQFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rukFuHeWrCY/s320/Screenshot-68.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387161586318917714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMLoyDJxnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ctj16lbfKE4/s1600-h/Screenshot-90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMLoyDJxnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ctj16lbfKE4/s320/Screenshot-90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387162374522914418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMOVTOoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IwoXHGyrqXo/s1600-h/Screenshot-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMOVTOoQ9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IwoXHGyrqXo/s320/Screenshot-72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387165338366919634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the news breaks, things get increasingly awkward between our love triangle.  (Love square if you include Lilian, who's pretty much always following Seb around with puppydog eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So... who's the father?  Me or Julian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... about that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, you're EVIL!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMOjMgODoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OOlCzWPSAEA/s1600-h/Screenshot-96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMOjMgODoI/AAAAAAAAAF8/OOlCzWPSAEA/s320/Screenshot-96.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387165577079819906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian doesn't take the uncertainty of paternity well.  He and Seb duke it out in the bedroom.  They were best friends for years, and now they can't stand to be in the same room with each other.  All because neither of them could keep it in their pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If this baby's yours, I swear to llama -"  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*facesmash*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I want to father Megan's devilchild!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT ARRRRGH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMO9pOfwkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FHk2vPkjurw/s1600-h/Screenshot-95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMO9pOfwkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FHk2vPkjurw/s320/Screenshot-95.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387166031466709570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Megan can carry on normally.  She might be on maternity leave, but that's no reason to let herself get out of shape!  She's a traffic cop, damn it!  She needs to be in peak physical condition, baby or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMPSHAOnQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bw4wCakEWTo/s1600-h/Screenshot-108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMPSHAOnQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bw4wCakEWTo/s320/Screenshot-108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387166383057313026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are still awful between Seb and Megan.  You could cut the tension with a knife.  The first time he shows any interest in the baby at all and tries to talk to her tummy, she won't let him near her.  That's probably because they're so far into the red that the option to make Seb her nemesis is now available under the Mean options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Megan, what if it's mi-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get away from me, you woman beater!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMP6V3IN_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fHKtCQcZfNI/s1600-h/Screenshot-115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMP6V3IN_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fHKtCQcZfNI/s320/Screenshot-115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387167074240444402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't stop eyeing my waffles, Preggo, I'm gonna detail to you how bendy your little sist-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EW STOP."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMQ6lNFgmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fpw6zQCTldI/s1600-h/Screenshot-92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMQ6lNFgmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fpw6zQCTldI/s320/Screenshot-92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387168177870701154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only one good thing has come from all this drama, it's that Paige and Kingston are spending a load more time together, and getting along a lot better, because Megan's no longer flirting with Kingston, and Paige has stopped hitting on Seb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EAT DIRT, MAGGOT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'RE GOING DOWN, BLONDIE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMT7u7bRAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FhBA9A-KSw0/s1600-h/Screenshot-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMT7u7bRAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FhBA9A-KSw0/s320/Screenshot-122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387171496195736578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, things are going so well that Kingston pops the question! (Again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMSY_9Nv_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/hPyGqxp-TO4/s1600-h/Screenshot-118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMSY_9Nv_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/hPyGqxp-TO4/s320/Screenshot-118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387169799959592946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on.  Where's Megan going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMSmYld1hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/b77mpx3rQ8Q/s1600-h/Screenshot-130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMSmYld1hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/b77mpx3rQ8Q/s320/Screenshot-130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387170029909169682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSHT.  Paige said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMSxPnsycI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OBPZWAhtd0k/s1600-h/Screenshot-142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMSxPnsycI/AAAAAAAAAG8/OBPZWAhtd0k/s320/Screenshot-142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387170216481180098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Megan had a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the distinct absence of both Seb and Julian.  Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMTAMgSbgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/trgYmPwHxfs/s1600-h/comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMTAMgSbgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/trgYmPwHxfs/s320/comparison.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387170473342823938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is baby Liam Kennedy.  He's artistic and good, and loves the colour seafoam, Latin music, and autumn salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do YOU think his father is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out NEXT TIME (maybe) on the P. 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Kennedy Legacy, Chapter Two:  How I Met Your Mother'/><author><name>Adaptation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01055424997960793307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/Si_px2sbV2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/udrWzv16gSE/S220/surprisefinger.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsMDYDibqTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dTgqgCiYdl0/s72-c/Screenshot-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076428519702100405.post-1654003974263196662</id><published>2009-09-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:21:33.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the p. kennedy legacy'/><title type='text'>The P. Kennedy Legacy, Chapter One: F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>Hi, and welcome to the P. Kennedy Legacy.  I'm your exciting host, Adaptataion, and I'll be guiding you through my selective legacy.  Selective because I fail at it, so I started with six Sims living in a house together, and I'm gonna see where we go from there.  Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGYb3F62CI/AAAAAAAAABc/6-l5GteUkWw/s1600-h/Screenshot-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGYb3F62CI/AAAAAAAAABc/6-l5GteUkWw/s320/Screenshot-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386754233724491810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happy couple is Paige Kennedy, and her on-and-off boyfriend, Kingston Blake.  As you can see, they're currently On.  On eachother.  In their underwear.  Constantly.  Much to the chagrin of their four roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige is an excitable, flirty computer whiz, who's friendly and lucky.  She loves spiceberry, indie music, and pancakes, and dreams of being a star news anchor.  Kingston is a charismatic, family-oriented flirt, who's a great kisser and is handy around the house.  He loves electronica, cheese steak, and the colour black, and wants a huuge family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're busy, come back laterrrrmmmmmmmphh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGZv8rrsZI/AAAAAAAAABk/dmqiBWoUnsY/s1600-h/Screenshot-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGZv8rrsZI/AAAAAAAAABk/dmqiBWoUnsY/s320/Screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386755678334071186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live with Sebastian Montague, one of Kingston's best friends.  Sebastian is ambitious, evil, flirty, and a great-kissing party animal who wants to be the Emperor of Evil when he grows up.  He loves indie music, PB&amp;amp;J, and the colour aqua.  He's also filthy rich, which is why he has a load of his moochy friends living with him.  Additionally, he appears to be a bit of an alcoholic.  He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, Seb.  Go back to your booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian also lives with Lilian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGc87Wt76I/AAAAAAAAABs/_-HG_OP8SeU/s1600-h/Screenshot-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGc87Wt76I/AAAAAAAAABs/_-HG_OP8SeU/s320/Screenshot-35.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386759199850885026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's clumsy, family-oriented, flirty, and over-emotional.  She sleeps heavily, loves kids' music, the colour red, and goopy carbonara.  She dreams of having a big family.  Paige is her BEST FRIEND EVER.  They're like two peas in a pod of WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGdw620wXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LzqRr4wkUsg/s1600-h/Screenshot-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGdw620wXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LzqRr4wkUsg/s320/Screenshot-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386760093070311794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian and Seb don't get along.  I think it's because he calls her a fat cow all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M NOT FAT, I'M BIG-BONED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know, Lils.  We know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGevVk76RI/AAAAAAAAACE/ppCmtdFODJo/s1600-h/Screenshot-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGevVk76RI/AAAAAAAAACE/ppCmtdFODJo/s320/Screenshot-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386761165394929938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilian's brother is Julian, although she was adopted.  His lifetime goal is to marry a rich woman so that he can have all her money when she dies.  He's a flirty couch potato, who's a heavy sleeper, and an inappropriate slob.  He loves indie music, spaghetti, and the colour red.  Julian, Seb, and Kingston have been best friends since grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to him is Paige's big sister, Megan.  She wants to become an international super spy, and she's athletic, brave, flirty, and hot-headed, but she's still a great kisser.  She loves red, cheese steak, and custom music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGf6gHuv5I/AAAAAAAAACM/Qanl56ESwZU/s1600-h/Screenshot-68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGf6gHuv5I/AAAAAAAAACM/Qanl56ESwZU/s320/Screenshot-68.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386762456715411346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've all just moved into Seb's new place, so they're all pretty beat from unpacking.  After a night of video games, they head to bed.  Tomorrow promises to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JUST... LET ME HIT... ONE MORE... PEDESTRIAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough with the video games, Paige.  Your boytoy awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGgHSgKWLI/AAAAAAAAACU/N0Pc16OdDSs/s1600-h/Screenshot-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGgHSgKWLI/AAAAAAAAACU/N0Pc16OdDSs/s320/Screenshot-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386762676398086322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan's the only one who isn't totally exhausted, so she takes advantage of the alone time and works out.  I choose to believe she prefers Jillian Michaels.  That's 30 Day Shred going right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Come on, girls, that body won't tone itself!  Three more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGgjZDjRjI/AAAAAAAAACc/wMJSkGztCFE/s1600-h/Screenshot-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGgjZDjRjI/AAAAAAAAACc/wMJSkGztCFE/s320/Screenshot-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386763159193470514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Kingston makes them all mac &amp; cheese before work.  He and Megan are the first to partake, since they have to be at work earliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Megan.  Guess what I did with your sister last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could kill you with my bare hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGg4aDa1iI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5Wl0OJ7ZAU/s1600-h/Screenshot-39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGg4aDa1iI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5Wl0OJ7ZAU/s320/Screenshot-39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386763520238605858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than enjoy the macaroni, Seb decides to enjoy breakfast at Central Park.  Unfortunately, he's too sheltered to know how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are they supposed to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, unfortunate boy.  Maybe if he's lucky, he'll meet some sexy ladies here, since Paige is off the market, and he and Megan had a thing way back in the day.  They were just reckless kids then, and they both know better than to go down that road again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGha4JBB8I/AAAAAAAAACs/iGiZd7gcuqA/s1600-h/Screenshot-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGha4JBB8I/AAAAAAAAACs/iGiZd7gcuqA/s320/Screenshot-60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386764112430696386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there are no ladies to be found, so he decides to pass the time by making fun of the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA, good GOD you're fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGhzLrp0wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HU-ERQ-Bhtw/s1600-h/Screenshot-77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGhzLrp0wI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HU-ERQ-Bhtw/s320/Screenshot-77.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386764529993110274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, he gives up and hires a maid.  He's heard things about maids, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like French things, you say?  I can speak a little French.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ménage à trois&lt;/span&gt;, anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGirEmQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/H4TCGdHMckA/s1600-h/Screenshot-86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGirEmQ_0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/H4TCGdHMckA/s320/Screenshot-86.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386765490164137794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, the whole crew (minus Lilian, who's working at the day spa) decide to tour the town and find some random door to knock on.  They end up invited into the Miller household, where a young woman named Andie is tending to her two kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband, Hayden, is at work right now.  He's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence!  My boyfriend is also hot!  Say, you look shockingly like my aunt!  What did you say your name was, again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGjD0qOxxI/AAAAAAAAADE/ycK2wn5QSCk/s1600-h/Screenshot-93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGjD0qOxxI/AAAAAAAAADE/ycK2wn5QSCk/s320/Screenshot-93.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386765915382531858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bizarre twist of Simfate, Megan "I eat babies" Kennedy spends most of the night coddling Andie's newborn son, Alexander.  Even Seb is shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGjfqEAohI/AAAAAAAAADM/0c2pgcuK7hs/s1600-h/Screenshot-99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGjfqEAohI/AAAAAAAAADM/0c2pgcuK7hs/s320/Screenshot-99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386766393574203922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden returns from work to find five complete strangers harassing his wife and family, and protectively takes up his daughter, Alena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, princess.  I won't let the blond one get you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGj3afGQAI/AAAAAAAAADU/k5pu85BsvIw/s1600-h/Screenshot-103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGj3afGQAI/AAAAAAAAADU/k5pu85BsvIw/s320/Screenshot-103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386766801709711362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, it becomes time to leave, but before they've even left the property, Kingston, influenced by all the babies, spontaneously pops the question to Paige!  Julian creeps expertly in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know half the time we aren't even together, but babies are really cute.  Paige Kennedy, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGkUBaUFCI/AAAAAAAAADc/8wuWe7SXZzE/s1600-h/Screenshot-107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGkUBaUFCI/AAAAAAAAADc/8wuWe7SXZzE/s320/Screenshot-107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386767293194966050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, man.  No dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian was very disappointed.  I promise Kingston didn't take it that hard, though.  They were making out again ten seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGky016GnI/AAAAAAAAADk/axolutfqCio/s1600-h/Screenshot-114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGky016GnI/AAAAAAAAADk/axolutfqCio/s320/Screenshot-114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386767822396988018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the excitement, I completely forgot that I'd left my three most flirty sims unattended.  When I clicked back to Julian, he had the moodlets for both Great Kiss and First Kiss shining in his stupid little box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling with trepidation, I checked out Megan's.  Sure enough, she had the same ones.  I should have known this would happen when he climbed into bed with her the night before.  Friendly nap my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to have offended him, though.  It couldn't have been a crappy kiss, or she'd be missing that moodlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait.  I see what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGllTOjqAI/AAAAAAAAADs/09uikRJnoyA/s1600-h/Screenshot-120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGllTOjqAI/AAAAAAAAADs/09uikRJnoyA/s320/Screenshot-120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386768689546897410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian seems to have rolled the want to Kiss Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headdesk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, Seb.  You've already been down that road once!  What is the matter with you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGl5n20OFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LRyba-zZ8CY/s1600-h/Screenshot-129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g9_GomJFyTY/SsGl5n20OFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LRyba-zZ8CY/s320/Screenshot-129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386769038681847890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sense love triangle drama brewing in Seb's house.  Stay tuned to find out if anyone loses an eye, next time on the P. 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