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Tyler, kicking his legs: I wonder if I’d be any good at swimming. 

You can bet your butt that they got the Owners Association Award (§20,000) in order to fund Tina’s big move-- now she won’t even need a loan!

Tina: Anything I can help you find today? Tomatoes, eggs, a §750 painting of a mustache, perhaps? 

Trisha may or may not be a little clingy after Tina’s near-death.

This just goes to show that if you want someone saved from death, you’ve got to send their mom. 60% of the time, it works every time.

Trisha: Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap... Trisha: ...that one?

Grim Reaper: You'll only have one chance, Mrs. Traveller. I hope you’ll choose wisely.

Grim Reaper: ‘k, enough with the gross tears, thanks.

Trisha: Please, please, please, you can’t take my daughter! She has so much to live for, she’s only just turned eighteen! Please, take me instead!

When Trisha goes to check on her eldest child, she stumbles onto a terrifying sight.

Tina: God, what horror have I created?!

Tyler exists, but he does little other than gardening and homework, so there isn’t much to say. 

Eventful day.

With her paintings selling slower than she’d like, Tina gets a temporary job working for Eileen in the Politics career.

Trisha, sitting in her kitchen surrounded by fresh, sparkling food: WHY IS THERE NOTHING TO EAT? I’M STARVING!

Gotta get that green.