It's 5:00 Somewhere

If you've been following this blog, then you know that, back in the day, our mom and dad were the pillars of restraint.  In the dictionary, the word "abstemious" had their picture next to it.   Our dad would have a beer with dinner, and, if it had been a good day, might have split a second beer with someone.  But AD has changed all of that.  

My dad has 13 grandsons.  He is a guy's guy and likes nothing more than to hang out with men.  So when the grandsons are around, which luckily they are quite often, he wants to do guy things with them.  This usually translates into drinking beer.  

A few days ago my oldest son (who is of legal drinking age!) was in charge for the day.  His "shift" started at 9:30 a.m. and at 10:00 he called me asking for help with the TV.  I walked in, and much to my surprise, our dad, who looked thrilled to have a guy friend for the day, was already drinking a Dortmunder.  My son's look, a combination of amazement and concern, said it all.

 I have never heard an advertisement for Great Lakes beers as the Breakfast of Champions, but that might be something they want to look in to.  After all, it's 5:00 somewhere . . .