Recently, I told my nieces about my own sexual harassment in the workplace. I was explaining why I can’t watch Mad Men, because being a young office worker in the 80’s was too much like that.

Hubby got me roses...he went to 1/2 a dozen florists to find some that smell like roses (hate that they’ve “perfected” roses by removing scent)

I worked at a theater where Copperfield performed twice. Have to say, he was one of the most respectful, least troublesome “stars” we had. He was travelling with two well behaved old English sheepdogs and he brought them to the desk to let me know they needed a quick walk...normally this is followed by me explaining I…