"Thankfully SWMBO likes brewing with me so she only rolls her eyes at me..."
My wife doesn't like the taste of beer; nor the smell of beer; nor the aroma of malt and hops lingering in the kitchen and how all the windows in the house are streamed up when she gets home from work; nor the way conversation --- no matter who it's with or how it starts out --- ALWAYS somehow finds its way around to "beer"; nor how our downstairs rec room has slowly been displaced by cases of bottles and strange "tubey" things and pots and buckets and funnels and strainers and weird little instruments; nor how her laundry room (esp. the double laundry sink) remains indefinitely hijacked for "non-laundry-related" purposes; nor how much time her [formerly attentive] hubby spends on the computer with "that beer forum"...
And then I remind her of the fact she totally surprised me last Christmas with this huge box from BSG under the tree, and that all of this is her fault - that she is single-handedly responsible for the obsession. It is then, and only then, that I get the roll of the eyes... and a little smile.