Gee, thanks Dad.

Randy, Gram and I are driving to Virginia for a week in the beginning of October to see my parents, sister and nephews.

I just get a phone call from my dad:

Him: Hey, what type of beer does Randy like? Sam Adams?

Me: Yup, that, Guinness or anything light.

Him: Yeah, so I'm hoping the weather is nice because here's my plan: We'll sit out on the deck, enjoying the fall weather. Gram will drink her wine, Randy and I will drink our beer, and you...well you can sit there and watch us.

Me: Always nice talking to you Dad.