There are times as a mom that I just have to ignore what the sensational son is doing and go about enjoying my own life. The Househusband and I celebrated our 30th anniversary the other day (thank you!), we had a splendid feast; and the day before that was Father’s Day with another delicious restaurant meal. We’ve been eating from the doggy bags since then. I talked to the star of Hollywood U last night, only to find that he was dipping taco chips into a jar of spaghetti sauce and calling it dinner. This is one of those times that I have to remind myself that he knows right from wrong, has plenty of cash on hand and our phone number if all else fails. If he dies of malnourishment, it is not my fault!