I'm weak, I caved.

The girls got the best of me.  That little one we affectionately call Mickey really put on the pressure.  She even used Sherry's money.  Sherry went to take her camera home, Mickey decided I needed a drink and she took Sherry's money and bought me one.  She can be pretty persuasive.  Her brother's don't call her Sarge for nothing.  Went they said dynamite comes is small packages, they didn't know how right they were when it came to Mickey.  We had such a great time.  Recalling all the fun times we had with Mom and the fun stories of things she did.  She was such a wonderful person and never met someone who didn't become a friend.  She knew so many people and it never seemed to amaze us that whereever we went someone didn't come up to us and ask if we were one of Charlottes daughters.  Here's a look at our evening.

Jodi, Sherry Rhonda and Me

Me, Sherry, Rhonda, Jodi & Danielle

Jack, Mickey Jared, Danielle, Jim & Darla

Mickey with Mom

Sherry's Beer

There was a small casualty.  Jodi tripped and feel and hurt her knee.  She is sore today but she is okay.

We didn't go bar hopping as planned and that was Mickey's fault too.  I said once I drank the beer I was NOT driving them around.  It was okay, because this was the place that Mom went the most when she went out.  She used to manage the place at one time so we knew she would feel right at home there.