I'm just going to have to jump in here with something inconsequential or it's entirely possible that I will never blog again.
When I was in New York at BlogHer with Marilyn, at one point I was going through my swag bag and found a little mini fan sort of like this that had come from the Chrysler party. The bottom had fallen off and the batteries had come out, so I took it out and tried to put it back together. I couldn't see the latch properly where I was standing, so I went over by the lamp, right beside Marilyn who was on her bed looking at her phone, so she could only see what I was doing out of the corner of her eye.
Suddenly she recoiled and said "what are you DOING?" I indicated that her reaction was somewhat out of proportion to what I was, in fact doing... and then I realized that when she saw me, in her peripheral vision fiddling with the fan, she actually thought I was fiddling with this, which we also both had in our bags. And she was merely expressing the fact that she was not up for some sweet lady lovin' at that precise moment.