My wife is awesomely supportive of brewing. I have no idea why. She never was with woodworking, DIY, electrical guitar or a couple other past hobbies.
I drove her to work for a meeting this morning. Dropped her off at 8. Went to Lowe's and spent $90 on lumber to build my workshop counter top and some bottle crates without asking. Darted across town and scored two cornys for $25 each (need rebuilding) without asking. Texted her before heading back to let her know I'd be a few minutes later picking her up from her meeting. Showed up 15 minutes late with the truck bed full of 2x4s, firring strips and cornys. She didn't bat an eye. "Looks like you had a busy morning." "Yup.

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I take her to a grocery store we go to only occasionally (out of the way) to pick a case of her favorite energy drinks for work and bought her a bagel. On the way out, I ask if we can stop by Wally World to look at Tupperware containers to store specialty grain. I expected an uphill battle. Instead, she's totally into the idea. We end up spending 15 minutes discussing the pros/cons of different containers for storing grains, standing in the middle of the food storage aisle. We decided quart mason jars would work best, as they hold 20 oz of grain filled to the lid (1 lb to the neck) and are $10 for a dozen with lids. She grabs two cases of them, carries them to the checkout while I try to get her to let me carry them, and then buys them for me. I was astounded. "I hope two cases will get you started," she says.
Next she says we should go to the brew store (?!?!?!). "OKAY!" Floored it out of the parking lot before she could change her mind. She ended up weighing out and filling all 24 jars while I tried to pick them out and write it all down for the clerk. I grab no less than 7 packets of yeast from the fridge, she looks me dead in the face, and asks "are you sure that's all you need?" Not a hint of sarcasm. I almost undressed her right there.
She then leads me around the store, pointing at half of the items and asking me if I needed them. Many of them were wine items or chemicals that I didn't even know what they did, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. The only thing I picked up was a comically large 5L flask off the top shelf, at which point she laughed at me, and I put it back.
While I paid, she sneakily loaded it all in the car for me. I walked out, and asked why she laughed about the flask.
Her: "Nobody needs one that large. Not even you."
Me: "Well, I bought one on Amazon last night..."
Her: "You... what? *long pause* What else did you buy?"
Me: "A 3L flask..."
Her: "And!?"
Me: "A 1L flask..."
Her: "What else?!"
Me: "Some other flasks, down to 50ml for slants"
Her: "...keep going"
Me: "A stir bar... that's all of it. I promise."
Her: "Can I help you use them?"
Me: "Uh... well, sure, I guess, but why would you..."
Her: "Yay! I'm feeling like Chinese food right now..."
We got home, she helped unload the truck (including the lumber), then help me cut up the 204 pieces for the 12 crates I'm assembling tomorrow. She played with the dogs, then made dinner. She's watching her favorite TV show right now, so... I better go give her a back rub right meow, and anything else she wants.