Oscars

So I think I'm all fine with my son not wanting contact with me. But as much of a celebrity-ophile as I am, I cannot bring myself to watch even a moment of the Oscar's for fear of running into Juno. So I know I'm not completely okay about it. Of course. Duh. And then, as I'm in another room and my husband is flipping channels, he momentarily pauses as I hear the words Keri Russell and August Rush come out of the TV. And I cringe. I try not to listen, but I hear something about "better life".