Something has been bugging my since new years eve. Since we couldn't go any where this year, we decided ti invite some friends over for a small get together at our house. One friend asked if he brought his squeeze with him, I've never met her, but I said "OK." Here is why the thread title. I really like Chardonnay, as do Cheri and Sam, especially Kendall Jackson select and reserve. To celebrate the birth of Aiden, some friends got us a three liter bottle. (Regularly wines are .75 liter bottle, a magnum is a 1.5 liters, and a double is 3.0 liters) Friends that arrived a little later, gave us the bottle with a nice blue and silver bow and some fresh cut ever green twigs tied in it. The bimbo squeeze asks, "What's that? [giggle] [giggle]" and our friend, the one who brought her, says "A magnum xl." Stupid bimbo squeeze says, "I've heard all about that. [giggle] [squeak] [giggle] [snort]" We all laughed at the snort. But after that she kept giggling and looking at my crotch, every time more wine was poured; even though I coincidentally had on dark pleated slacks. Sorry about venting some frustration, but I'll get more understanding from here than the ficus benjamini, standing in the corner of the office.