I have to admit that this was the one tidbit of info I did steal. Suffice to say we were not impressed enough with the entire decanting theory to ventilate our new Zin. On Christmas John gave Tim glass oil and vinegar jars. Tim saw them only as decanters for his liqueurs. He then offered to bring champagne on New Years and we declined only because we feared that the flat warm liquid wouldn't, by no fault of its own, pulsate down our throats.
Single men are a strange breed.
I can't imagine Santa Clarita mothers getting so involved in anything besides what they have to do day in and day out. Unless of course I've got a friend or two who needs ripping apart in print.