Today was a good day.
That was the agreement, after all. Plus, I cannot tell you how much I love the way the house smells when Steve is brewing beer. The steamy, malty goodness (which smells better than bread baking) is only enhanced by the smell of the hop volatives being released into the air as they boil. Heaven must smell like beer brewing. I think it was Franklin who said that beer is the proof that there is a God and he wants us to be happy. There is probably also a Snopes that says he didn't say that. I don't really care. I just like the way it smells when it's brewing. Oh- and drinking it isn't too shabby, either.
But I'm so very close to being ready for chickens.