The Garage Has Been Compromised

So apparently my husband has discovered homebrewing. I came home from my hospital shift yesterday to find our garage transformed into what can only be described as a craft brewery explosion. There are buckets. So many buckets. And tubes. And something called a “wort chiller” that sounds vaguely medical and slightly terrifying.

The Garage Has Been Compromised

Marcus has been watching YouTube videos about hop profiles for literally three hours. I tried to ask him what we’re having for dinner and he responded with a ten-minute explanation about the difference between Cascade and Centennial hops. I nodded and smiled and quietly ordered pizza.

The garage now smells like a questionable dive bar, and I’m pretty sure this is either going to be his new obsession or we’re going to have a lot of very expensive equipment for sale on Facebook Marketplace in six months. Stay tuned for updates from the home front.