Grandpa Dale’s dilapidated fence was finally blown down by wind a few weeks ago, which meant he had to take time out of his “busy” schedule to build a new one.
After going back and forth with the next door neighbor, the two decided to build a new fence on a Friday.
Blake and I usually spend our Fridays at Grandpa Dale’s house and that Friday was no exception. We pulled up to the house to find Grandpa Dale and the neighbor drinking beer, doing shots of whiskey, and building a fence.
Did I mention it was 11am?
I had some recipe testing for One Martini planned that day, and two drunk idiots building a fence seemed like a great pair to test on.
The results were spectacular.
You’re welcome, Liz.
What put Grandpa Dale to sleep? Check out the Hey Girl Martini over at One Martini at a Time!