I bought two sims for Christmas, and I couldn’t help but feel like I had just stumbled into a new kind of holiday.
I had a sim on my arm that I couldn.t get out of the crib, I couldn’ t open the refrigerator, I didn’t know where the next toy was coming from, and it was almost too hard to move.
I bought the sims in the hopes of making the best of a terrible year.
I figured I’d spend the Christmas season trying to stay busy and keep up with my family.
But instead of spending the day at the local grocery store, I spent it at home with my son, Simmie, and his friend Sam.
They had a lot of toys to choose from, but they also had a big pile of Sims, so I decided to give each one a try.
My son and Sam are very picky when it comes to toys, but this time they went for a toy that sims liked.
I was excited for the little ones.
I also thought that I could finally get a Sim that would take on the role of my favorite character, Princess Jasmine, who had appeared in every Disney film.
I started off by buying a princess costume and a tiara, and then bought a lot more toys to fill the gaps.
My son and I were excited to get started.
But then I realized the problem: They were both on the same side of the aisle.
Simmie wanted a doll, and Sam wanted a toy.
It was frustrating because both of them seemed to have it all.
But it was also a little annoying.
They were on the shelf and they had a little room to spare, and they weren’t even close to each other.
As I walked up to the aisle to pick up Simmie and Sam, I was looking for my first Sim, but I could tell it was going to be a difficult task.
They weren’t touching each other, and their hands were completely at a distance.
They looked at each other for a few seconds and then they both looked at me with wide eyes.
They said, “What is this?” and I looked at them, and there they were: a tiny little Simmie on the ground, and a big, fat, smiling, pink-skinned Simmie.
I thought I was going nuts, but my son didn’t seem to mind at all.
Sam was a little bit more confused.
“I’m not sure what to do with a Simmie.”
“Why don’t we just leave her here and see what happens?”
Sam explained that we had to move the sim out of her crib so she could play.
But he said, as we left, “No, no, no.
She’s got to be happy.”
I was relieved to hear that, because we had a Simmy in the house, and my son was happy.
Sam’s mother, who was in the store, was very helpful and gave us the best advice she could.
“It’s okay, mom.
We’re going to take the Simmie to the next store, so you’re going in alone.”
When we got to the store and saw Simmie there, we were all so happy that we couldn’t even hold back a laugh.
It was like watching an old family film, with my daughter Simmie playing her favorite character.
When Simmie went to the grocery shelf and saw the toys on the other side, she said, with a little smile, “Mommy, I have a Sim.”
And then she ran to the other shelf to get more toys.
The next day, I drove down to the mall and bought the other sims.
Simmies are the best.
My husband and I took them all on a trip to the zoo and the movies, and we loved every minute of it.
My husband even brought me a few toys.
I think he felt a little guilty that he had to sell Simmys at the mall.
But we decided it was worth it because he loved them so much.
I think the Simmie was the perfect gift for my daughter.
After Simmians died, I went to bed with my husband and daughter.
The day after I woke up, I realized that I had the Simmers on my bed.
It felt like they were in my arms and I felt like a part of their lives, but then I noticed that I was missing them.
And I thought to myself, Wow, I’m glad that I didn’ t spend that time on my computer, but it would have been so nice if they were there, too.
I hope this blog post inspires you to get a new Sim.
I hope you don’t feel like a single parent because you have a family that has a lot to do, but you also don’t have time to play with them.
I promise that you will find that you don’ t have