Just call me Pearlie.

I can't believe this even happened. It started with Kate asking if we could go to the Nutcracker again. I was in a festive mood, so I started looking for tickets. Then I figured I should take Grandma Pearlie, which turned into taking my Mom and Grandma Primmer, then not to leave anyone out, I invited Em and Jess. You can call me Pearlie. She used to call people non stop until everyone had agreed to go to the Nutcracker…every…single…year…as long as I can remember. It only stopped when we moved to Virginia. Now the tables have turned and I round her up to go.

 We were matchy matchy in black and gray. If I could go back, I'd rethink the gray tights. They looked way better in my head.

The grandmas were quite tickled to go for a night out on the town.

 Even Em and Jess had a good time, and I'm pretty sure they complained about the Nutcracker ever year when we were little.

Making memories is hard work…you're all welcome!