tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778384097311004854.post820030383951886233..comments2007-07-24T07:59:49.446-06:00Brad Rothmannoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778384097311004854.post-61796166953828347292007-07-24T07:59:00.000-06:002007-07-24T07:59:00.000-06:00Tell me about it... If tell my wife that I am going down to the cellar for a minute to grab a bottle of wine, she'll roll her eyes because she knows it will be a solid twenty before she sees me again.Brad Rothmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16442867661760901712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778384097311004854.post-53274112431001859512007-07-24T06:59:00.000-06:002007-07-24T06:59:00.000-06:00Try with your eyes closed "eenie meeny minie moe.." I have the same exact problem...I stand there staring for what seems like forever.. which one.. which one.. Only to decide on something that's just so.. so.. It's a crazy wine lover's dance.. lol :o)MsRebeccahttp://trenting.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com