Uglacy Week 11.3 The Birth Of Trash

Ok, I can understand being hormonal and having strange urges during pregnancy but...
Calista Thinking: "Hmm, Dolores had to WooHoo to make Magnus, Oh, Magnus and I WooHoo'ed!"



This has to be some kind of genetic disorder.




Gah! Kaylynn Langerak! The plague of Uglacies!
Kaylynn: "Hey, that Affreux kid will be cute when he gets older... Can I make kidlets with him?"
Creepy, but sure, why not?



"Fireflies! Pretty!"
Any luck?
"No, but I want this more than anything!"



Aww. Let the crushing disappointment set in.
"Sob!"



Hmm, Alvin Futa has some pretty gnarly genetics...
Sorry, I like throwing in these pictures to remind myself of possible spouses.



Dolores: "So, Affy, would you want to be a doctor when you get older?"
Affy: "Nah, I hate blood and needles."



Dolores: "Soccer Player?"
Affy: "Can't stand sweat or dirt."



Dolores: "What about a politician?"
Affy: "Fear of crowds and public speaking."
Dolores: "Freak."



Affy Thinking: "Stupid Grandma. Can't just leave to go wash my hands."
OCD Much Affy?
Affy: "One, two, three, one, two, three... You messed me up!"



Eugh, we need to breed the marble statue to breed into the family.




"Uh, Shoo Flee?"
Yes, Calista, we know you're going into labor.
-snooze-




Dolores: "You jerk! What are you doing here! Don't think nobody remembers that you once stole my mom's paper! And right when my Daughter-In-Law is giving birth!"





Aww, a little girl, who I named Basura, the Spanish word for trash.
Bassy: "Dear god, what is that woman wearing!"
Calista: "Aww! Only a few minutes old and already criticizing ugly fashion!"



Look who showed up!
Atty: "Hey, Jake! Guess what! I can walk!"
Jake: "That's great, Attrister. What's with that name, anyway?"



Mwuahahaha! Work little ants!
A produce shop is a perfect addition to the lot.

Well, that's all the events of two days in the Bruty house, next post will be The sophomore Year of College for Beulah and Hidalgo.