I won't bore you with the brewing naked story.
Oh, wait, yes I will. For those of you who have already heard it move on..........
Anyway, I usually brew in a T-shirt and shorts and barefeet. One day I was brewing, and I decided that the plastic hydrometer tubing I was using needed a good bleach soak. I was wearing one of my favorite brewery t-shirts and an awesome pair of cargo shorts, so I just took them off. I noticed I had the nicest pair of Victoria Secret's undies on, and they are like $18 per pair, so I took them off too so I didn't spill bleach on my nice clothes.
Just then, the timer went off so I went to dough in my mash. I take about 10 minutes to do that, stirring well. Well, there I stood, stark naked without even flipflops on, stirring my mash. I was just finishing up, and noticed my husband standing in the doorway. He must have come in to ask me something, but didn't want to interrupt.
I said something like "OMG. I bet you're wondering why I"m brewing totally naked????" He just looked at me, and said, "No, not really. I came in to ask you when the oil change is due on the Jeep."
I answered him, and he left. After I put away the mash paddle and started the recirculation, I rinsed my equipment I was bleaching and got my clothes back on.
I tried to explain why I was brewing totally naked, but he just brushed me off and said "I've been married to you for 17 years. Nothing you do surprises me". And that was that.