And you wonder why I drink?

Okay, maybe you don't... but tonight, on my way home from spending a grand total of 2 hours visting with my grandparents, all I could think of was how much I wanted a beer.

Seriously.

Like, I love them and all... but wow. And this isn't the first time I've gotten this sensation.... nor am I the only one in my family that has this reaction to them. I guess old Scottish people tend to affect you in a very specific way. Ever seen "So I Married an Axe Murderer?"... Mike Myers' parents in that? My grandparents. I'm not even kidding. They even kinda look like them. Weird, huh?

Oh, and as an added bonus, I'm going to get to see them more often now, since I'm working a lot in Oakville and (as I found out tonight) only about 15 minutes from them almost every night....

Being the only grandchild carries a lot of weight.

Fortunately for me, that weight drowns nicely in a freshly poured pint! :)