Move over Angelina Jolie. I just got back from a trip to Wegmans with Molly, and while I can’t say that we had to fight off the papparazzi, I felt like I was with a celebrity. No less than a dozen people stopped to talk to her, but Molly was acting regally aloof. It was only when the admirer turned away that she decided to wave and smile. As for me, I was basking in the reflected glow. Let’s face it. This is the closest I’ll ever get to celebrity.