
It took up all the kitchen space. I couldn't even get to the fridge and open it at one point, which was horrifying because I had a nice wedge of Roquefort in there that was screaming my name. Every surface was in the process of getting covered with brown sticky sludge- no matter how clean and careful you try to be, a little gets spilled. Multiply that by many little spills and you have yourself a nice mess.

The clinking of glass bottles haunted my sleep last night. A pact was made that we need to, uh, put a cap on this production.

Still...it's very nice to never have to do a beer run.
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ReplyDeleteHe's killing me. There are still two buckets of beer that need to be bottled. But shhhh...he doesn't complain about the yarn or the fleeces, so I have to just bite my lip and deal with it.
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