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🦃🍂Mrs. Spencer🍂🦃
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I'M PETTY ALL THE TIME....SO, IT'S YOUR CHOICE 🤷🏾‍♀️ SHE/HER | BLACK SIMMER |PS4 🎮 SIMS4 STORYTELLER 📗 | GANGA SMOKER 🍃💨 | BI 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 | FOUL LANGUAGE 🤬 | NEW TO THIS SO PLEASE BE NICE 😝😍
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To all my lovely simmers ❤️🦃🫶🏽
November 27, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Good morning, my lovely simmers ❤️🫶🏽. My game is finally in spring, and Love Day is around the corner. James Zest (Johnny and Jamie father) will be blessing the screen. This is his first Love Day celebration.
November 20, 2025 at 2:55 PM
“Deal. But I’m keeping the tinsel.”
And between the laughter, the smell of coffee still lingering, and the soft rumble of Pong’s tail against the floor, the empty chairs didn’t feel quite so empty anymore. #AZestLegacy
November 19, 2025 at 6:12 PM
“You’re assuming your mother and I don’t turn this into a family vacation tradition.”
Chelsey smiled. “Only if I get to do the decorating next time.”
Johnny looked around at the glittering disaster, still clinging to every surface. #AZestLegacy
November 19, 2025 at 5:51 PM
“Guess it’s just us holding down the fort till then, buddy.”
Memphis sat at the table, eating cereal, with his hair sticking up. “Next year, can we go somewhere warm? Like... Sulani warm?” Johnny grinned. #AZestLegacy
November 19, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Chelsey set down her coffee. “Give it time. By next week, they’ll all be back—complaining about leftovers and stealing the good blankets.”
Pong padded over and rested his head on Johnny’s leg. Johnny sighed, scratching behind his ears. #AZestLegacy
November 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM
New Year’s Day: Morning

The storm had passed. Sunshine gleamed across the snowy yard as the bay sparkled in the distance.
Johnny stood by the window pouring his coffee. “You know,” he said, “it’s too quiet without everyone home. Almost peaceful. I hate it.” #AZestLegacy
November 19, 2025 at 4:52 PM
Good morning, my lovely simmers ❤️🫶🏽😘
November 19, 2025 at 2:37 PM
“Bite your tongue,” Johnny said. “That’s holiday spirit.”
“That’s a fire hazard,” Memphis replied, earning another round of laughter. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 8:10 PM
“Even if half the family’s celebrating from miles away.”
He grinned. “Hey, next year, maybe we’ll actually need a bigger table.”
“Or fewer lights,” Memphis laughed, glancing at the still-glittering chaos of the room. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 8:07 PM
The countdown began on the TV—“Ten! Nine! Eight!”—and Johnny pulled Chelsey close as the fireworks over the bay reflected in the window.
“Happy New Year, babe,” he murmured.
“Happy New Year, hunny,” she said, planting a kiss on his lips. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Chelsey smiled softly. “Here’s to Portland and Zoe. May they finally make it home next year.”
Memphis looked at his drink. “And to Pheonix and Keri—may their snowstorm end before spring.”
Pong barked once, tail wagging, as if agreeing. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 7:59 PM
New Year’s Eve: 5 minutes till Midnight

The clock ticked toward midnight. Johnny has poured some champagne into some glasses, and Memphis was allowed a drink for tonight. “To the Zest family—those near, those far, and those snowed or blizzarded out of existence.” #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 7:51 PM
“And one for Pong—he’s basically the decorations now.”
Everyone laughed, even over the crackling line.
When Chelsey hung up, the laughter faded into a softer quiet. The kind of stillness that comes from missing voices that usually fill the room. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 6:05 PM
“K... Keri... and I tried to get out... this afternoon... but the roads are buried. L... Looks like we’ll be... celebrating... from here.”
Johnny leaned closer, voice warm. “Stay safe, kiddo. We’ll toast to you from afar.” “Make it two toasts,” Memphis added. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 5:38 PM
She answered, her expression softening. “Pheonix! Hey, sweetheart—how’s it going?”
Her face fell a little. “Snowed in?... Chestnut Ridge... huh?”
Johnny raised a brow as Chelsey mouthed they’re stuck. Through the speaker, Pheonix’s voice came, muffled by static: #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Johnny shot him a look. “Watch it, kid. Remember who bought you that gaming laptop.”
“Yeah,” Memphis said, deadpan. “Annnd, it’s currently untangled, unlike your decorations.” Chelsey bit back a laugh as her cellphone rang. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 4:48 PM
It’s you. You and that creative chaos you call decorating.”
From the floor, fourteen-year-old Memphis grinned as he tried to keep their husky, Pong, from eating a strand of garland. “Creative chaos? Mom, he’s losing a fight with a decorating box.” #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Johnny was wrestling with the decoration box. “You’d think after all these years, I’d have mastered the art of hanging decorations. But no, stuff in here tangles like it’s alive. ”Chelsey looked up from her spot on the couch, sipping cocoa. “It’s not the box, dear. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 3:34 PM
New Year’s Break Morning: Adams-Zest Residence

Snow fell in lazy spirals outside the wide bay windows, frosting the edges of the glass. Inside, the Adams-Zest home it glowed with string lights, along with the faint scent of cinnamon cider in the air. #AZestLegacy
November 16, 2025 at 3:07 PM
IT'S SUNDAYYYYYY‼️
November 16, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Welp, New Year’s is quickly approaching, and with the snow still coming down, will this also be another sad holiday with family missing.

While Johnny is finishing up his final comedy show before New Year’s, Chelsey took Pong on a short walk.
November 16, 2025 at 12:14 AM
Outside, the snow fell steadily. Inside, the Zest-Villareal home Winterfest unfolded in calm, muted joy—graceful, understated, and full of the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures to be felt. #AZestLegacy
November 13, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Jamie arched an eyebrow. “By default doesn’t count.”
Max chuckled, shaking his head. “You two are impossible.”
Jamie smiled, trying not to laugh. “And yet, somehow, perfectly yours.” #AZestLegacy
November 13, 2025 at 5:17 PM
When the call ended, the house was quiet again—peaceful, with only the soft hum of carols in the background.
Aster glanced up from his phone. “So it’s just us this year. Guess that means I’m the favorite kid now.” #AZestLegacy
November 13, 2025 at 4:47 PM