Glad you like it!
It’s probably better that you always owe me that beer...I can’t stand the taste of it. My dad always said they needed to pour it back in the horse when he tried to drink one.-—LOL!
LOLOL .... poor, deprived man! Guess the only benefit is that you never had to see your dad drunk.
My great-grandfather stayed pretty much clear of adult potables (he had two Irish brothers who were roaring drunkards and layabouts, who frequently took the poet James Whitcomb Riley home in a wheelbarrow after hard nights of drinking -- JWR was a frequent patron in their father's hotel bar), but he refused to teetotal or to condemn people who wouldn't take the pledge, and he had a glass of beer once in a while, no doubt to help prevent "stiffneck". Great attitude AFAIC.